Silence claimed its throne
upon a hill where all could see
the battleground below
relentless marches
brought legions of dissonance
to order a shore of sharpened swords
before the ground broke open to bleed
darkened skies on these horizons
serene desolation
rumbling drums in the clouds above
while Silence waited patiently
cycles beginning and ending
without ending or beginning
ceaselessly continuing
generating
a calm before
a calm to follow
the pit in your stomach
as the roller-cart begins to drop
transcending beauty
in the lightning of chaos
nearby spirits can’t help but notice
they begin to sing
a choir of stochasticity
Death waits along with Silence
observers from The Bench
as the soft rustles of leaves
and the flight of birds
take leave of this scene
echoes fade as the breeze brings in
the Wind behind it
the clouds thicken
as the Drums of Heaven and Silence Supreme
begin to dance Death’s dance again
swords drawn in sight of Life and Earth