I know the way you curse my name,
The way you flinch when shadows call.
I see the fear, I feel the blame,
Yet still, I come for one and all.
I know the hands that reach in vain,
The tear-stained pleas, the bitter cries.
I know the weight, the hollow pain,
The love that lingers, never dies.
But I was shaped from time itself,
Bound to the thread that spins and frays.
To halt my step is death itself,
A world unmade, a time decayed.
I do not choose, I do not grieve,
I walk where fate demands I tread.
No soul remains, no heart reprieves,
No whispers call me back from dead.
A cruel thing, this task of mine,
To sever ties, to end the light.
But from decay, new stars will shine,
And day is born because of night.