Whispers of Silence

In the realm of chaos, where destruction roars,

Lies a fractured world, torn by endless wars.

The skies, ablaze with fire's burning cries,

As shadows dance and darkness fills the skies.

Yet amidst the chaos, a silence waits,

A hidden solace, behind these broken gates.

A hush descends, the final breath of night,

When only echoes of despair take flight.

As ash descends, like snow upon the land,

The cold embrace of silence holds my hand.

A shroud of stillness, soft as silk, it weaves,

As the world of chaos finally grieves.

The citadels of man, in ruin they lay,

Their whispered secrets crumble, swept away.

And in this quiet, I find a bitter peace,

A place where shattered dreams can find release.

The nightingales sing their mournful song,

For a world that's lost, for whom time is gone.

Their melodies, an ode to silent grace,

In the aftermath of chaos, they embrace.

In the arms of silence, I seek my reprieve,

The weight of destruction I can scarcely believe.

Yet in this eerie calm, a beauty prevails,

A gentle reminder of what still prevails.

Though the fires rage and the world may end,

In the quiet of the night, I find a friend.

For silence whispers, where darkness has been,

A testament to the hope that lies within.