Whispers

Silent voices are heard from across the deep abyss

Sordid aromas coming from the tombs of the sleepwalkers

Cries heard from the lttle ones

Sorrow sweeps over gloomy branches

Light barely touches the willows

Golden and forest green  olor the black and white

When th Great One comes get ready for the the exhilaration

Strength motions the tones in the manner

Trottels at peace finally