Sitting upon a hill of bones,
As you gaze upon my hideous throne;
I can see deep into your soul,
I will remove it for a toll.
If you wish I will say
There is no releif from death and decay;
I am a lonesome strider,
Feeding off a dreams like a venemous spider;
Without you I can never die,
When you look into my devil's eye;
I can break the heavenly chain,
But only when I feed off of wrath and bane.
When you think of me, say it thrice;
I'm as deadly as the cockatrice.
Do you see why I am here?
I'm the one who inspires fear.