A tempest brews where silence slept,
In haunted halls where echoes crept.
The raven’s call, a dirge, a plea,
Its shadow stretched to cover me.
I spoke in tones of fire and stone,
Yet found the world as cold as bone.
Their laughter burns, their scorn takes flight,
But truth endures the longest night.
Through labyrinths of doubt and dread,
I walk where lesser souls have fled.
Each thorn, a mark, each scar, a tale,
Of battles fought where others fail.
What fear is this that grips their gaze?
What light in me ignites the blaze?
Is it the truth, unyielding, stark,
That rends their comfort, leaves them dark?
I weave the words, the spell is cast,
A mirror held to futures past.
The coward flinches, the brave will see,
The horizon bends, yet answers me.
Through seas that churn and winds that wail,
I chase the moon, its silver trail.
Beyond the storms, beyond their spite,
A kingdom waits in endless night.
Let cowards flee and hatred fester,
Their lies, a weak and fading jester.
For I am truth, though bound in chains,
A phoenix rising through the flames.
And when my steps are heard no more,
When time has sealed the final door,
The echoes left shall whisper clear:
It was not hate that drew them near.
They feared the light, they feared the fire,
The burning voice, the lone desire.
Beyond the horizon, vast and deep,
I rest in truths they dared not keep.
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Nice work, John. This is very thought provoking. I wish you and yours a Happy and blessed 2025!
Thank you very much, Chris! I truly appreciate it. Wishing you and your loved ones a Happy and blessed 2025 as well! 🎉😎
You’re welcome, John, and thank you as well. God’s blessings…
Haunting and beautiful, John!
Thank you very much, Laura! I greatly appreciate it. I hope you have a blessed day and have a Happy New Year! 😎