The Legend

As I gaze from my tower, I can see him

Lurking, watching

Flickering in the gloom-light of funeral pyres

Immortal spectre, waiting in the shadows

For his time to emerge and close my eyes forever

Who is this figure, shrouded in the veil of death?

Why does he seek me

To inflict his curse upon my head?

From beyond the realm of man

He speaks with words like thunder

Casting condemnation upon my wounded soul

No more to breathe the air, to feel the warmth of summer

As I start to slip away

I know my time has come