Ave, peoples,

This is a somewhat disjointed “poem” I wrote.

(Disclaimer: “Whispers” is not and is unrelated to Ben’s fictional creatures in Hell’s Children Book 1 by the same name; this is completely original work.)

 

 

Whispers.

Whispers… Sweet and soft, harsh and cold; both come from something quietly unbold. Yet one whisper can change the world.

 

Whispers… Whispers from a time past, never to reach again, forgotten and spent

They travel, light wisps of sound

So far they come, to remind and astound

They can save you from the prison, if only you allow

These faint sounds to save you now

 

Left behind something so precious

Spent and behind

Why do you forget those lessons?

Unwillingly bound, initially

But as temptation comes closer, you have to give in

You cannot flee, it won’t leave you be

Chained to something you wanted so badly

Even when you know at heart, what you once cherished has fallen apart

Replaced by another entity, taken the hope of being… truly free

 

Now you are a prisoner evermore

An impossibility made reality

Scared and confused, burning and misused

Yet you love it, what you created

And what you’ve become

 

How could you have supposed

That that which only you could see

Would manifest its own external control

And enact vengeance so deep

Erasing who you were on the outside

And working to overcome the psyche

 

Such dreams, the nightmares consume your sleep

And when you wake, the physical world is cold and cruel

Twisted and deceitful, no one will believe you

Your only shoulder to cry on, is the one that engineered this slow demise

…

~ TEW