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The Silence

The Silence, broken only by the wind,  
which swells and ebbs, comes and goes like the tide,  
Yet it is that parched wind which dries my tears.  
It is the only thing I hear as I run the long winding way.  
  
That angry shout, those mad eyes,  
Two weapons, one Silent clash,  
a blinding flash--  
one dead, one running...  
  
Again a flash as I return to my body,  
which Silently convulses with irrepressible emotion.  
As I stumble, in agony of my entire soul,  
I no longer feel my feet touching the ground.  
  
This dreadful night, A brother dead,  
With blood on my hands and pain in my head,    
The Silence of the empty way  
Crescendos to a deafening roar.  
  
That angry shout, those mad eyes,  
Two weapons, one Silent clash,  
A blinding flash--  
One dead, one running...  
 
My life, a mirage, Silence broken not by the wind,  
nor pain,  
Yet lasting torment,  
Running evermore a road that leads to Inferno…

~IM