Just Listen

Listen to what these walls speak
They were given ears
For a cause free
If needs be, they tell stories
Too ruthless for heart to believe,
Too violent for eyes to see
Too chaotic for mind to bear.

Keep quiet in front of the winds,
In a fit of boredom
They gossip with trees.
As the forest catches fire
So do the dark secrets flee
Dark heart of the woods
Doth make the moon to glow.

 

-E.H

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