Like an old tree falling down Defeat was bitter indeed

As the silence was shattered By a scream Like a canvas untouched By an artist

Dreams of spirits, monsters And other things Whispers of silence Left to faint and cry

Like a melody in flesh and blood Leaves in a storm was spread Like abandoned castles Of long ago

With many secret rooms That is dimly lit and gloomy In forests that are dense and foggy Whispers of silence