Whispers

Cradled in the winds embrace,
Softly carried away,
They whisper,
And between the trees,
They can be heard,
Finding their way…
Softly pouring out,
Dreams that are yet to pass,
How un-cried tears,
Will fall,
Before they’re through,
For the time of shadows begins,
And,
Nothing can change these truths,
They whisper of deceit and lies,
And sing of ancient tales,
Their mournful song invades your mind,
It’s inescapable,
Your weakness provides,
What they need,
And they thrive on your only breaking point,
Truth,
It’s now a whisper,
That’s left unsaid,
Only the memories are real,
Memories of the dead,
As they tear out all your feelings,
And learn all your secrets,
Nothing is kept safe,
They hear all,
The constant beat of your heart,
The sounds of life,
We lie and think,
In our minds confinement,
What’s become of our world?
Now darkness takes the throne.