Shallow

The gold I feel, is so unreal.
     Because I live my life in shadows.
Every night, reacts in fright.
     Because I live my life in shadows.
What is love? But a hallow dove.
     In this world of shadows.
We all live in the lies we give,
     We're in a world of shadows.

Dusk to Dust

This is nothing but a puzzle box, an apparent paradox.
Another tree starts to sing, as his house bells ring.
One small sparks it all, as the maze begins to fall.
As the sights turn to dusk, another box burns to dust.

Pieces

Another piece to this puzzle I distress,
of a map to this maze I digress.
The council I come across, I seldom borrow.
In a deeper pit I drown my tomorrow,
A wordless cut which leads to no gold.
A defenseless tower with no help, just bold.
Back in the maze, with no choice but down.
A new treasure sits waiting to be found.