The light is now fading, the cold dusk has come.
‘Twas my folly to return; my life’s surely done.
What a cold winter’s night! ‘Tis the end of the year,
Away from warm home, I instead live in fear.
In the depth of the coffin his soul lies in wait
Using bait of myst’ry to trap tight my fate.
One thing alone forces me to be led
Into death’s door, for what I sought instead
Was to answer this question, or at least try,
To solve this one riddle: Who am I?
But now I see, as the gloom surely shows,
As my heart is deceitful, so’s the path that I chose.
I know there’s an answer, just lying in wait,
To the eternal enigma, blocked only by fate.
Fate, did I say? Perhaps mine was sealed
The moment I entered this dreary field.
But now I’m here, and I know for a fact,
I must press onward, there’s no turning back.
Just give me one moment to sit and remember
What could have been but for an eve in December.