When Silence Wept

"Weight"

In ages past, when light was bright,
A shadow stretched beyond the night.
It whispered soft, it wove its thread,
And spread its web, where souls once bled.

The world was born with flame and song,
But from the depths, it came along-
A hunger vast, a will to bind,
A thirst to shape, a twisted mind.

The earth did tremble, the skies did weep,
For in its grasp, the land did sleep.
Its gaze was fire, its voice was cold,
And through its will, the world grew old.

It sought to break the will of man,
To twist and warp, to shape and span.
It sowed distrust, it fed on fear,
And turned the hearts of those who'd hear.

In every blade, in every stone,
It carved its mark, it claimed its throne.
No hand was clean, no heart was free,
For in its wake, all bent the knee.

The weight of evil, slow to spread,
Doth lie upon the soul, once led.
A force unseen, yet ever near,
It claws the heart, it feeds on fear.

It lingers now in quiet ways,
In whispered words, in darker days.
Its hand still guides, its shadow falls,
In every greed, in every call.

The world is scarred, its peace undone,
For evil's grip is never won.
And still it waits, a silent thrall-
For power lost, to rise and fall.