The Swords of the Ancients

“Isn’t It?”

Eerie, isn’t it
The man whispered inside his
Own head. The way
The silence descends on a
Place like this.
Yes, quite,
The man whispered to
Himself. Nothing but the
Quiet hanging oppressively
Over our head.

Strange, isn’t it
The man whispered inside his
Own head. The way
So many people come and go
Without your notice.
Yes, quite,
The man whispered to
Himself. There should be
So many more
This time of night.

Odd, isn’t it
The man whispered inside his
Own head. The way
That no one else hears us but
You and me.
Yes, quite,
The man whispered to
Himself. But it’s better
Than having someone
Overhear your thoughts.

Fascinating, isn’t it
The man whispered inside his
Own head. The way
You can lose yourself in
Just the stillness.
Yes, quite,
The man whispered to
Himself. But it’s in
That stillness that I
Find my way.