The Quiet Place

The Quiet Place

Katharyn R. King

Nowhere is there another place as cold and dim as this,

There is no other rendezvous;

And I am merely a Whisper,

Prowling in the quiet place.

She heard my voice and wept for me,

She felt dreadfully ashamed;

"Tis cold and dark, and tiresome," I whispered through the darkness.

She found my still, pale body,

Stolen by the Verity Seekers,

And how She wept for years,

To know I am gone forever.

No longer am I who I was,

And She thinks I am gone forever-

Stolen by the Verity,

On a bleak October eve.

The lifelessness is unbearable;

They will not slay My soul.

This Earth has been unforgivable,

And I am a forsaken entity.

No where is there another place,

As desolate as My grave;

Yet no flight has been exposed…

And She knows I am gone forever.

I once look upon the skies,

In those days, Respite was close-knit friend;

But now it is too late for relief, for reprieve;

She knows I am gone evermore.

The barrenness is insufferable;

They will not slay My heart.

They mean to keep me in this place-

They intend to keep Us apart.

This Earth has been deplorable,

And I am a forsaken remnant;

A relic among relics,

To be mourned among the others.

To be trampled on by passersby,

Whom I cannot give my Gift.

And She knows I am gone forever.

My Love is gone as well,

Yet remains bizarrely intact.

And though I am but an echo,

Her Soul is mine, I've seen the sign;

And the Earth has gone to Hell.

What can I do?

An echo is powerless…

Stolen by the Verity-

I was a cold blooded villain;

Then, now, and always a villain…

But They stole me with the Verity,

The protestant villagers and kin.

They took my Life and stripped my Soul-

No more am I able to breathe…

And yet I remain somehow alive,

A whisper,

An echo…

And they are damned to stop me-

For I am what comes from punishment;

The one who haunts the Insane…

I am a fearful whisper,

I creep through the foolish minds,

And taint the innocent thoughts.

I am whom your children fear,

In the night when they should be asleep.

She knows I am gone forever,

But she is mistaken, dear child, mistaken…

I drive the most sound ones to madness, child!

I am-

Insanity.

They took my life,

I shall steal their reason,

Dead and buried, I lie in peace-

But none can ever seek me…

In death, I gained immortality…

And now it is my turn to thieve.

I am the Sanity Stealer…

The ceaseless Lover awaits me…

She aches to surrender what is mine.

Though She believes I am gone forever,

Come my Child, it is Time.