The Wind Speaks of Silent Things

Come through the archway into bloodstained halls

and follow me to the edge of the chasm

The wind speaks of silent things here

Past doorways to insanity we will go together

seeking glimpses of the way into shadow

and when the clock strikes the witching hour

far from the broken pathways we walk

morning will come as death to the night

Watch as golden veins of the sky burn with new fire

that paints our eyes with obscure visions

and leads us through solitude out of darkness

Now we wander in search of new light

speaking in voices that disappear on the wind

of all the doors we never opened

and the slow march of specters following in our wake

ā€”

I think it’s funny that, more often than not, most people seem to just be winging it.

ā€”

Photo by Little Visuals on Pexels

12 thoughts on “The Wind Speaks of Silent Things

  1. I really like what you did with this one. The feeling of moving from night to day… from darkness to light! Great images ā€¦ the last line is wonderful!

    …of all the doors we never opened
    and the slow march of specters following in our wake

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