Riddle

Riddle
I was born to the sound of the funeral bell
To the sounds of mourning – when Night cast Her spell
My path is of solitude – I dwell where all Winds blow
I rise with Nightfall – Helios my foe

I am the One Who stands in whispering Halls
On both sides of the mirror – Our Legacy foretold
I am the silent traveller amongst you as I walk
The stranger at your funerals…
KPABE MEAAN KOPAB
KPABE KOPAKA
KPABE MEAAN KOPA8
KPAZE!
I am the shadows that dance across your walls
Looking through your misty windows
as the Sun descends and the Night falls
I am the unexpected knock upon your door
The Howling wind that blows your fire out
in winter Nights so cold…

I am the silent One Who visits when you sleep
The One you talk about that stirs a fear so deep!
I am the sound of footsteps that makes the traveller turn
The one you would like to catch and hope that fire can burn!