Echos In Your Bones

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.