They whisper over deafened stones;
"Who dares to challenge what is won?"
But how it echoes in your bones.
Surely, those who warm the thrones
are they who never feared the sun
and whisper over deafened stones.
And which good kingdom now atones,
accounts for damage dearly done?
The Silence echoes in your bones.
Eyes downward cast beneath the drones;
"What danger has your fancy spun
but whispers over deafened stones?"
Weaponizing their unknowns,
Hard lessons they remember none;
Old wisdom echoes in your bones.
Clench your jaw and stifle groans,
Proclaim that you have just begun.
They whisper over deafened stones;
You heed the echoes in your bones.
About the Creator
Rebekah Conard
34, She/Her, a big bi nerd
Rebekah Conard is a writer of short stories, flash fiction, and occasionally, poetry. Her preferred genre is horror, though sometimes she can’t help but write something cozy and real. She has a cat named Lily. <3
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