shadows

When he loses his balance
Your mind is tired
You're getting depressed.
She's a belated friend.
Such a faithful eternal
Always ready for expectations
Accurate and simply flawless
In moments to catch the suffering
A huntress in the saddle with arrows
By my footsteps, by my voice
The heart is being held at gunpoint
Turning my hair gray
I'm not friends with her. …
A truce is only possible for a moment
There is no winner in the game of shadows, but a draw is not a defeat.