Being Of Shadow

Tumultuously redeemed
Of demons to be dreamed
Alone I walk the darkened fields in shadows
Through agony, I desire
Of mis'ry, I require
My secret's well revealed within the shadows

I speak to death on tainted winds that chill the depths of fearing
A horror sans the flesh of man, my will is real and nearing

Insufferably replayed
My dying time delayed
I roam, a haunted chronicle of shadows
A whisper of dying life
An echo, born of strife
I've watched, belied in darkness of my shadows

I am the barren wash upon the shores of my creation
A shadow bred by wanton thought, my end, my own damnation