Who stands idle at my door?
Nay, is it thee? The Faceless King?
Weeping sorrow songs of passing pain,
Hollow stature, back bent on life-blood cane.
Presenting a shivering tale about how his soul was slain;
Disclosing that a life in shadows weighs more than a moment of death in vain.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
Who stands idle at my door?
Nay, is it thee? The Faceless King?
Weeping sorrow songs of passing pain,
Hollow stature, back bent on life-blood cane.
Presenting a shivering tale about how his soul was slain;
Disclosing that a life in shadows weighs more than a moment of death in vain.
