From multitudes of silent screams,
to quiet whispers that prevail;
In empty clouds of wisdom's offerings,
forming hollow sounds which always fail.

Crackling fires of warmth bring comfort,
to those abandoned in the cold;
And join the sharpened tongues of anger,
destroying tales from days of old.

The ageless relics that are left behind,
which challenge modern edification;
Soon enter into mass communion,
defying each promised revelation.

While shouts of horror dissipate,
dissolving into scattered mists;
Our minds concoct another way,
to wound and shatter ancient myths.