The Wanderer

"Wanderer", whispered deep within the winds
All still as stone, all as frozen limb
Void surrounds this lonely soul
No friend to be found, no voice to be told

So where then, has this speech been sung?
Such strong power, yet gentle tongue
Alluring beyond measure, a siren's song
Follow blinding pleasure into the unknown

Exotic to ear, yet familiar to mind
chained to the will, which used to be mine
It calls again, but here more stern
It calls me in, its voice I yearn

Slow and gradual, whisper to wail
It screams, it shouts, to no avail
And through the fade, its final cry
"Your path is gone, and so as mine"

Silence diminished, the voice is gone
No more sorrow, no more song
The void is back, I'm where I belong
The echo returns 
The voice was my own