Often confusing

Me

Harken, it is time.
Now in death you are mine.
Now do not shy away,
I see, the drudgery,
The peace you seek, a fountain neath,
Yet none I bring, but an embrace,
No glory no halls, no winterfell snows,
No clouds or heaven, nor doom or hell.
For I am a guide, yet you see in me end.
Prithee, hear me, for I am your last friend.
You're gold and plunder, your friends their thunder,
At worlds end they leave indeed.
Yet a piece of peace, for me spare, prithee.
For you I slave, a soiled name.
For Death will you please,
Spare a merciful key.
So please, please do see,
The monster that is not,
Me.