Spirit of Fire by Erurainon

Chapter 1

Though you are proud nigh at the end,
Your words fork lies in hollow den.
Though you be laid cold and dead,
Your hatred binds truth to bed.
Though you be cast to forgotten shore,
Your shadow haunts my chamber door.
Your spirit shaken,
Is ashen warm,
When liars mingle vice with scorn.
You are the night upon my doom.
May morning break thy chained gloom.