let alone the voice glide through the air
let alone the howls embrace the luminescence;
of the celestial body unaware of despair
beneath the clouds is a lost soul with hidden intense
whence does the words haul the letters?
perhaps in the heart of the unheard
whence does the dripping blood set forth?
perhaps in the scars of the mind left unhealed
the mankind would flinch to hear the noises
the mankind would despise having a glimpse of truth
but for each thorn that thrusts unbearable despondency;
the echoes will keep reaching for the ears of unprejudiced
this creature will remain still on a cliff
for the ones going astray in time of darkness
let alone the fiery voice light up the void
let alone the ringing howls wreathe the blind eyed.
