The Lone Rider

A howling wind was raging
Through the crowns of trees leafless and bare
The land lay bleak and wasted
Nature did not seem to care
In this desolate land there stood upon a hill
As old as time
A castle ruin black and gloomy
The shattered remains of what once was mine
I turned my horse and left my home, swearing never to return
For everything that I once loved my enemies did burn
Death would be my companion now - a calm and patient presence
To which I gave my vow
To be his right and trusted hand in war and peace alike -
Bearing vengeance down on my foes this bargain did we strike.
Bloodshed and destruction followed
In the years to come
I killed all those I hated; only few did flee and run.
Yet all these souls I gave to death could never put my heart at rest