The Legend

As I gaze from my tower
I can see him lurking, watching
Flickering in the gloom-light
Of funeral pyres

Immortal specter
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