Who is? But I am.
The words repeat in my head
Roaring like a lion,
In a chamber left for dead.
The sound reverberates off the wall
On, and on the empty thrall,
Goes out like the bells that call
The cursed to their stead.
I must go and meet this end.
I must stop this play pretend.
And so, good-bye my only friend,
Until we meet again.