Whispers

Hidden.

Deep,

in immeasurable slime.

Jaded swords reaping,

all wild divines.

Written.

Burned.

Forgotten by time.

Pages to ashes.

Ideas will RISE.

from the mud...(pause)

Rise.

Neathe the waves...(pause)

Rise.

Burns the sun...(pause)

Rise. to the winds...(pause)

RISE.

Coded by the intricacy of the weave,

while flaunting the entrapped;

is the fly.

Showing in it's threads;

silken sheathes.

Wrapped up in the now;

waits the lie.

Stirs the leaves... (pause)

Rise.

Moans the trees...

Rise.

Cries the moon...

Rise.

to the earth...

"RISE."