Illnath

By the hands of violent winter, his fate was sealed
Crawling on the icy slopes with limbs frozen cold
Memories of untold torture, in his mind
Waking from the endless slumber leaving him numb
Creeping worms they eat his mind
Feelings blind this clouded time
They took his soul, so they could find
The truth
Feeling hate for usurpers gone mad
Reaching in for the power he had
Wanting more than he could give
But they would never falter
In his mind only memories of hate
Planted there by the monger's of fate
Reaching out for sanity
But hope is ever fading
Looking for the answer
Why did they do this to me?
Leaving me deserted
I never asked for this hell
Reaching out for fires burning, in his eyes
Hope is still a trusty friend but fires burn low
Snow keeps falling all around him, as he screams
Seemingly the only answer is from the void
Defeated and forsaken, he lies in fields of snow
Only sign of life his eyes, in panic seeking solace
Sun, rising high
Bringing, warmth and energy again
Waking up from a steady state
Of suspended animation
Blinded by these rays of light
Hailing from the sky
Senses now return to him