In a village wrapped in whispers,
where the stars forgot to gleam,
folks would lock their doors at twilight:
“Beware the Lighteater’s dream!”
In his coat that glows in shadows,
hat pulled low to hide his face,
he drinks the light from every lamp—
and leaves the world in empty space.
Oh, Lighteater, Lighteater!
What’s the sorrow you conceal?
You don’t steal light to harm the night—
you just long for someone real.
I followed him with my small flashlight,
through the woods and silent trees,
till beneath the ancient oak,
he showed his soul… and set it free.
“I was a dreamer, lost in wonder,
chasing sunlight in my hands…
but every spark I locked inside
left my heart in shifting sands.”
Oh, Lighteater, you’re not alone!
Lucy saw your hidden grace.
You don’t need to steal the stars—
just one heart to meet your gaze.
Now each window holds a candle,
not in fear—but hope, so bright.
Kindness turns the dark to dawn…
and makes the lonely feel the light.