Shadow Steps

Shadow steps tread
On a forgotten path
Age old ashes
In a burnt out hearth

Howling winds whisper
Into a deaf man's ear
'Heed the words of your master'
But he does not hear

Silent fingers work
To mend the wear
None ask for glory
To crown their greying hair

Many were sent
To tell of days to come
Most were shunned
Men killed all but some

So their words were whispers
No one ever hears
Everyone was told
But they blocked their ears

So their steps were like shadows
On their lonesome path
And their wisdom turned to ashes
In this burnt out earth