The Face of the Abyss

In the cold and silent night. The wind brings voices from the past
Confusing as a storm making creak bones
Moans and whispers about the blown secrets
His voice is unique and lonely. There is no one to hear it
The Face of the Abyss!
Wrinkled face and eyes occulted. Unending cliffhanger
How did he get till here? Face to face with the abyss
That ways brought him? Vague distant memories
Steeped in the mists. Welcomed in the dawn of his time
The Face of the Abyss!
A tenuous ray of truth
The blade approaches throat
He can feel the cold steel cutting
And the comfort of eternal sleep
The Face of the Abyss!