The moonlight whispers, soft as air,
Its glow will vanish with the dawn.
We fade as shadows everywhere.
The fire burns with red and gold,
It crackles like a restless dream.
The winds will carry what’s untold.
Beneath the pale moon, I stand alone,
The sky holds secrets left untold.
Its light upon the earth is shown.
The night will swallow all that’s bright,
And silence falls with soft regret.
In shadows deep, we lose our sight.
The wind it howls through empty skies,
It carries whispers of the past.
Its call is one we can’t disguise.
The sea is silent, dark and wide,
It calls the lost with gentle sway.
Its waves, they crash against the tide.
The watcher waits beneath the sky,
His gaze will pierce the soul of man.
He sees the secrets you deny.
The path is dark, the trees are bare,
Yet still, I walk, despite the cold.
The shadows whisper, filled with care.
The crown is broken, shattered, torn,
Its pieces scattered in the dust.
A king’s last breath, alone, forlorn.
The fire burns, but none can see,
Its warmth will warm the hearts of few.
Yet still, it calls to you and me.
The road is long, and none will stay,
Its path is winding, ever lost.
Yet still, we walk, despite the way.
The song is hollow, lost, and weak,
Its notes are empty in the air.
Yet still, we sing with voices bleak.
The throne is empty, cold, and bare,
Its velvet seat awaits a king.
But none will claim what’s in the air.
The night is endless, full of pain,
Its shadows stretch from dusk to dawn.
Yet still, we wait to break the chain.
The storm will sing its lullaby,
With thunder loud, the skies will cry.
Yet through the rain, we’ll learn to fly.
The watcher stands in silence, still,
His eyes, they pierce the darkest night.
The winds will bend to his command.
The bridge is broken, yet we cross,
With feet unsure, with hearts entwined.
The water rises, deep and lost.
The rose is withered, petals fall,
Yet still, its scent will linger near.
The wind will carry it through all.
The stars have fallen, lost in space,
Their light has dimmed, their beauty gone.
Yet still we chase them, time and place.
The echoes fade, a distant sound,
The voices lost to time and space.
Yet still we hear them all around.
The path is dark, but we will go,
Our feet will trace the ancient way.
With every step, we learn to grow.
A whispered name upon the wind,
It calls to hearts that know the truth.
Its voice will never fade or end.
The song is forgotten, but it stays,
It echoes softly in the mind.
Its melody will never sway.
The mask is shattered, broken, torn,
Its fragments scattered on the ground.
Yet still, we wear it, bruised and worn.
The dream is silent, still and cold,
Its beauty lost to waking time.
Yet in our hearts, it will unfold.
The dance will never cease or end,
It swirls and turns through endless skies.
Yet still, we twist, and still we bend.
The eyes are hollow, full of pain,
They stare through time with vacant grace.
Yet still, they seek, yet still, they gain.
The soul is dark, but still it burns,
It waits within the quiet night.
Yet in its depths, the fire churns.
The wing is broken, yet it flies,
It soars through storms that rage below.
And though it falls, it never dies.
The hope is lost, yet still we pray,
It flickers faintly in the dark.
Yet still, we fight, and still, we stay.
- Hex