ornate apex
If night began to speak,
dare not let it whisper all it knows.
Cursed darkness, veiled and silent—
a curtain drawn for vultures,
helpless as ruthless hands tear her apart.
If night began to speak,
it would curse the gods,
the Protector abandoned the vulnerable.
Screams for help, yet silence granded.
God and vultures—how different!
If night began to speak,
tears for the lonely sleepers on the streets,
for the hollow souls claimed by hunger.
It weeps and weeps, years of melancholy.
If the night began to speak,
the moon would abandon us,
The earth would crumble
And the sun may never rise again.
humble aspen