Voices In The Night

If one quietly walks the night, they will hear the whispering echoes—

The ones that murmur evil things; frayed with lies and broken schemes

Left all alone to face what’s shown; their cries are now mere pitiful moans

The gate’s unlocked, but no one’s home; the servant has lost Destiny’s keys

And if the night shrouds their cries, do they in turn try harder—?

To escape a fate; in an endless dark; that stretches farther than the morrow—?

One that pries the mind of man; the loss of soul; a hand that’s colder

Could it in fact be the same reason that causes a young child to cower—?

Darkness is a stranger thing; there is no end; it’s a boundless thing

Groomed by its serene beauty yet forever shunned by man

Hiding truths that are no more truthful; then the snake whose poison strikes and stings

Trapping those who have trapped it in turn, hiding sunlight; hiding land—

For in the darkness there is no escape; all is painful; all is staked

All for but those chosen few; who walk the night; its black and blue

Those other voices; the murmuring fools; have not seen the light; its warped, it’s faked

All they do now is wander blindly; under the graces of the silver Moon—

But still they linger in the darkness; filled with sorrow, anger; hate

Feelings of their now lost world; stuck between two places; broken on Earth

And only those who walk the night, can hear the whispers when Midnight comes late

Words heard from a hidden race; ones who lost themselves to pride and worth.