A sad woe now hath befallen I
To which I ponder and ask why?
I have fallen from my master's side
Unto this land I now abide
As a gesture of shame I am forced to wear
Forever this burden alone I bear
The pain I must forever endure
Caused directly by my thoughts impure
Slowly steadily I keep my pace
My cloak hung low to hide my face
Ever I stumble ever I fall
I pray to God, Must I bear it all?
I keep to darkness, never I rise
I have been blind so long, light burns my eyes
Now still I walk alone in pain
What from this do I have to gain?
Sometimes yet I hear a beckoning call
Quietly breaking out from the pall
Ghosts and glimmers haunt my path
Furies and daemons poured out their wrath
My mind is broken my heart is torn
My body is battered my muscles worn
Weak and weary I stumble along
My spirits are low my heart without song
Nameless creatures haunt my dreams
No one left, here, to feel my screams
A wounded shadow without a past
Weakly I wonder how long I can last

I am pretty sure I named this one Sleepers Call because it resembles a bad dream. I wrote this during class, whilst very, very bored.