Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's Silence
Let me speak of a place
Where the silence sings not
Under the moon's pale face
In a time long forgot
Where solitude flies
On gossamer wings
Where quiet is broken by cries
And a bell's echoing rings
Let me speak of a land
Never spoken of before
Where the waters and sands
Echo the waves' relentless roar
Where the rain laments
And the icy wind cries
Where the lillies' silken scent
Is carried into the skies
Where the lone wolf rests
In the light of the blood moon
Where the robins in their nests
Sing of Desolation passing soon
Where solitude's grace
Leaves the lone wolf to rot
Hush, let me speak of a place
Where the silence sings not
