Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)

"Whispered Wrath"

I speak in whispers, soft and slow,
But you don't see the storm below.
Behind these words, behind this grin,
A darker force is locked within.

I carry silence like a blade,
No need for boasts, no need for parade.
For power isn't in the shout-
It's in the fear that lingers out.

The calm before the strike is sweet,
A predator before the feast.
You won't know when the blow will fall,
But when it does, you'll lose it all.

It's not the noise that brings you down,
But quiet steps, no trumpet sound.
The strongest hand is never shown-
It works in shadows, moves alone.

For those who rage, who scream, who boast,
Will find they've already lost the most.
The loudest men are hollow shells,
Their fury's weak, their secrets sell.

But I-
I don't need to raise my voice,
I wait, I watch, I make my choice.
A weapon held, but not revealed,
The deadliest threats remain concealed.

The big stick's weight is felt, not seen,
It crushes kings and wrecks the queen.
I strike where you won't ever guess,
Where shadows twist, where fears confess.

So talk your talk, and claim your pride,
But know, I'm watching from the side.
The greatest damage ever done
Is never seen until you've spun.

When silence falls, the hammer flies,
And all you know begins to die.
For danger wears no crown of gold-
It's in the hand you can't behold.

I speak so softly, barely heard,
But every syllable's a word
Of warning. In the dark, I stand-
The unseen force that shapes the land.

So tread with care, watch where you step-
I carry more than what you've kept.
And when the time is ripe, you'll see
The quiet wrath that shadows me.