Through the silence
the years determine,
where our brilliance has run.
A wonder...
long forgotten,
will rebound our dying will.
Set in stone
we never move,
yet in circles we have spun.
Will we return
or hide in shadows;
amongst the drying quill.
Inspect the silence.
You'll find a wonder.
It's set in stone.
We will return.
Pictured above is an image from the game Outlast. I chose this image due to it's dark, old, and mysterious complexion.
