The Antagonist

Once upon a time When the years flew brightly by You held my hand through the night You held my heart Manifold is the misery now And the joys turned to woe Alone in this time-eaten tower I wait for the dawn I listen, as if in a dream The wail of the winds But no one calls my name anymore For no one dares No song will resound No wail will rise No cry will be heard When curtain falls Stars look down on me From their thrones in the dark heavens Do they see inside my soul? Blackness there, nothing more How did I become this man? When I fell from grace? The one they all spite and fear The one you shun No song will resound No wail will rise No cry will be heard When curtain falls No tears will be shed No weepers on the grave No stone to recall my name When I leave this world And when they look back to these times And write down this tale How will they remember my part? How will they retell? The tyrant and the iron crown Old man with no soul The shadow they dread and abhor Not the hero of the play No song resounds No wail will rise No tear will flow When curtain falls No tears will be shed for me No weepers to wail on my grave No headstone to recall my name When I leave this world