(The Whisper)

The Whisper

We could  hear the whispering

And as the roar of thunder gasped for first breath

Apparent was the sky and the day of night had clearly left 

The organized sounds had arived too soon

 limited was half a moon 

Light was drawing near

Whispers become the words

And then the wolf appeared

It was black with red eyes

It resembeled the fire of all tears

And then it spoke; elaborated of the coming of fears 

It asked us to run into the sun

And he would hunt us for forty years

We were afraid to answer

Until the night of day arrived

Light now arriving nearer

The time of doom could not reply

A violent shroom had abandoned its lies

For honesty to reveal its vibrant signs

The wolf spoke again

It said I am king

And you are the servents

laugh if you will

but you will soon become dust

you will become the sounds of the wind

the rustle of the autumn leaves

the tide of the waves

and the smell of burning fire inside the world of unrisen graves

I am infinite

I am king

I am the czar of mother nature

I have touched the earth

I am an invincible dream!

But as the lamb appeared the wolf stepped back

And the light had arrived

Silent is the lamb

Fearful was the wolf

Bright was the light

and quiet was the night

The half moon become full

And the wolf began to howl 

Present were the spirits

Spirits of the long gone

Vanished was the lamb

And then I was alone

whisper no more

Serenity for sure

 I could hear nothing

Silence soothed the soul