This heart of stone hides
a dream of a god whose voice
once was lost against
the terrific wind.
It became mutilated
then swallowed by the
cacophony of
silence. So, answerless he
slumbers now, yet still
ajar for long to
speak with a mortal one who
would dare to call thy true name.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
This heart of stone hides
a dream of a god whose voice
once was lost against
the terrific wind.
It became mutilated
then swallowed by the
cacophony of
silence. So, answerless he
slumbers now, yet still
ajar for long to
speak with a mortal one who
would dare to call thy true name.
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