"Gods of old, hear my cry!"
Rose to the evening sky.
Blue lips, clenched fists;
And his whole world lists.
"Do you hear me?"
But he can see
The silence.
And he resorts to violence.
The rest look on, in silent shame.
They know they're the ones to blame.
But honestly,
They are much to vain
To ever think
Of sparing his pain.
"Gods of silence, hear my cry!"
He roars at an empty sky,
"You will suffer for your lies!"
And with that promise, he cries.
Alone in silence, they shiver in fear.
For they can very well hear.
And know a promise made in grief,
Is one he will always keep.
A.T
