The silence of the breeze
flew down beside
and chanted a poem
so faint a voice

So faint a voice
I could hardly hear
the lines of which
would uncover never

Would uncover never
the secrets beneath
the whispers of a verse
awaiting to reveal

The awaiting verse
was asked to unveil
by my souls who craved
an embrace to liberty

An embrace of liberty
to the souls indeed
turned me a corpse
to the vulture's feast