Endless and eternal.
Language spoken in Gryphon's tongues
Hymns through serpent's teeth.
In the breaking silence,
Echoes of stolen voices.
Projections of ourselves upon each other
Deflecting truth from the eyes.
In the streaks of the sunshine in daylight
The rain falls between.
With the other words stabbing from the tongues
We walk wounded.
Basking the glorious glimmer of the sun,
Whispers of the deflated faces.
As the daylight falls below the earth,
Lasting the darkness of the world.
Painting the world with a grey discolouration,
From the tongue shaped brushes.
It were those words which bore me,
It were those words which destroyed me.
"They say the pen is mightier than the sword for the words which they projected onto the world. They stain the stains of world which we ignore everyday. The pen opens the opinions which we choose not to see, it has a mind of its own and can see; whereas the sword is at the will of others." - Authors Note 04