I am the heart beating among the stone statues, the warmth among the ice, the music among the silent.

My heart sings out to the stars and to their Maker, and yet I go unheard.

I speak the words no one else dares to utter, and yet again I go unheard.

I softly comfort and speak the wisdom of the ages, and yet again I go unheard.

I weep for them and warn them, and yet again I go unheard.

I tell them of the final trials, the End that is to soon be upon them, and yet again I go unheard.

Perhaps on that Day, when my sword speaks for me, they will heard and understand.

For on that day...I will be silent.



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That was utterly beautiful!

Yes I would have to agree with Serenity's comment.
It was a beautiful piece Sachael.

Lady C.

I find that a poem of quiet despair.
To me it speaks of a day when the time for words will be over, and the time for more desperate measures will begin.
I hope to never see that day.