A whisper low, the skies grow dark
In shadows deep, the silence sparks.
A chill that breathes across the land,
Through silent fields and empty sand.
The clouds roll in, the daylight fades
An endless calm in endless shades.
In stillness thick a tremor grows
The quiet hum before it shows.
The storm's embrace the sky's descent
A gathering force a message sent.
In shadows cast the silence breaks
The breath before the world awakes.
A thousand eyes on unseen roads,
A distant thrum in hidden codes.
In every breath the darkness stirs
A promise kept in whispered words.
In soft refrain the quiet sound
Of thunder's path to sacred ground.
An edge that waits a line unbent
The calm that feels like punishment.
Spoken in soft, haunting tones
Between the light and shadow's seam
The air is thick the dark redeemed.
The storm's embrace the sky's descent
A gathering force a message sent.
In shadows cast the silence breaks
The breath before the world awakes.
A quiet fade the night unfolds
The storm awaits its fury cold