in the hushed corners of existence
scattered truths drift
like leaves upon forgotten coffins,
whispering tales of yesterday's war,
the ugliest truths paved in silver
glint under the sardonic moon.
Echoes and Threads unravel quietly,
embracing the void where stories lay
like dormant seed beneath the frost,
waiting for the sunless bloom.
the sky weeps in silent laughter
as stars collide in whispered truths
underrated, unwanted, unbidden,
yet they shine
with a beauty only darkness comprehends.
Enter the wound, break the silent chain
forge pathways through
the scattered ashes of yesterday's fire,
where every ember tells a story
of lonely travelers and their final breath.
when the wind howls through
the corridors of time,
listen closely
to the whispers of the scatter,
truths that decay into a fine dust,
waiting to be scattered anew.