An ode to the Deadman

I have a tale to tell
a tale of a man not alive or dead,
A man of fearful legend
who's name sends chills down mortal men's spine,
This man has reigned in the ring for years
his legacy continues to grow,
Many have tried to stop him
yet they all fail when the flames are rekindled.
The druids tell of his return
as a chilling truth to those who reject it,
The legend refuses to die when crushed
it comes back stronger than before,
It thirsts for revenge and pain
and hungers for fear and terror,
The dead connot die again
and the evil cannot be stoped.
When the lights go out
and the bells toll,
Do not ask for whom the bell tolls
because it tolls for thee,
those who dare to stand before death
and say they were not afraid,
Men fear death as children fear the dark
and over time the fear burries into the soul,
When men say they do not fear death
why do theystand before him in fear.