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!