Whispers of the Storm

Whispers of the Storm

I walk through echoes, silent screams,

Shadows dancing in my dreams.

Time bends, but won’t erase,

The ghosts I wear upon my face.

A breath, a shiver, cold as stone,

Yet somewhere deep—I am not alone.

The stars still hum, the moonlight calls,

Beyond these endless, crumbling walls.

I close my eyes—

The storm still roars,

Yet in its heart, I hear a force.

Not chains, not fear, not endless night,

But embers burning, fierce and bright.

A voice within—

Soft, yet strong,

"You are the dawn, you are the song."

Not just the past, not just the pain,

A soul that rises once again.

So step by step, I climb the sky,

A wounded bird, but born to fly.

For though the night still sings its tune,

I walk in fire—

I am the moon.