Into the Ithilstone

I watched for you by the Eastern gate

Till the bloody break of day

Then I drove the needle deep

And slowly ran away

Dragons to the left of me

Demons to the right

The dark lord smiles with scarlet eyes

As the silver vampire bites

A million stars blaze in my hand

And moon flames in my hair

So like the time you touched me first

But this time you’re not there

Instead a rider cloaked in black

With deadly dreaming eyes

Soars near me on a ghastly steed

Whose thunder fills the skies

Now lurking near the Eastern gate

I hold a crystal blade

Its edges greened with venom stain

Its orc-hilt pitted jade

I feel his will gush through my brain

In endless waves of gore

Yet, still the question breathes within

Who am I waiting for?

Into the Ithilstone

Reflection searing bright

Burning in my private hell

Caught in the grip of night