Pulse rushing... Amidst the falling leaves... The ground ablaze with autumns glory... (Falling from trees who long for slumber...) Winter awaits... (To bury my forest beneath snow and ice...) Though hollow I feel, watching the autumn end... so bare and bereft of life... The flames of existence extinguished... Night calls to me, the winds whisper my name... I must heed them, darkness takes my hand... and guides me into the evernight... My tower has crumbled... Built on soil rife with sorrow... Amidst the ruins I stand, though there is no sadness in my heart... Only fire... I shall forge onwards, leaving in my wake all that is left behind, not with sorrow, but with pride... Night calls to me, the winds whisper my name, I must heed them, darkness takes my hand... and guides me, into the evernight... Amidst the dust of years, gathered tomes piled high... never to see the light of day... Maybe I shall return, maybe I shall walk this ground again... but the beauty of the unknown awaits... scratching and pulling and calling my name... Night calls to me, the winds whisper my name... darkness takes my hand, into the evernight... where the clouds roll black, towards the howls of madness... ...Listen. A curse, I spit with venemous rage, whilst the sun doth rise and sun doth set... amongst the trees I finally fall, and buried beneath the leaves that dance in the wind, with a glance I see myself... Rise. Though in my heart I know, part of myself has died... Where am I? My pulse is rushing... The leaves are falling... the ground is ablaze... with autumns glory... Night calls to me, the winds whisper my name... though hollow I feel, watching the autumn end... Darkness guides me, into the evernight...