Wearer of the soul shroud,
lonely and alone.
Succuming to shadows.
Erecting walls of truth.
Fortified by darkness,
surrounded by self.

Wearer of the cloak of night,
the raven cloth of mystery.
The soul shroud,
center of the soul.
A pure truth that can't be seen,
a verity that most,
should let sleep.

A sirens wail
of serene silence.
Woven of the sacred truth.
Born to ride,
the soul abyss,
astride the dark
horse of loneliness.

Wearer of the soul shroud.