veiled master

I am the one who writes your woe
I am the one who tells your tale
when you leave this mortal coil
I am the one who remembers

your life may be forgotten
by the ones who breathe
but your story, your soul
Is kept eternal with me

I collect your love, your joy
your hatred, your spite
as I watch the souls
flicker with light

but when that small flame
has died away
breathed its last breath
seen its last day

I collect your tales
and start to weave
your soul is remembered
forever more

within the last play
that resides beyond the stars

I am the veiled master