Stone Spiral

And in the halls

That once housed song and victory

Was now host to constant dusk

Where echoes of joy were all that remained


Here sits a broken man

Cloaked in shadows, and memories

Granted worthless treasures

And empty works for company


The grave of the past is too shallow

Easily my follies rise

And bind me with threads of remorse

I walk between pillars of pestilence


And are these tears that so often run

That of fear or desperation

I can never tell

For I never see the sun

Break through the endless cloud


Crowned king of the worthless,

No friends, no allies, no rivals

Cursed and blessed with solitude,

Guardian of the stone spiral


Daughter, fear the calm before the storm

I was at my highest before the fall

And chase the prize of contentment

Or face your Fathers demons and resentment