Tongue of the Moonless Sky

Tongue of the Moonless Sky

O child of dust, draw near and hear—
The voice of stars that don’t appear.
Within the dark, the thread is spun,
By hand unseen, by fate begun.

When three suns rise on water still,
And wolves forget the taste of kill,
The gate shall open with no key,
And truth will burn what eyes can’t see.

Speak not, yet listen to the stone,
For echoes speak when you’re alone.
The future breathes in riddled rhyme,
A thousand paths, one thread through time.

A crown shall fall to hands unmade,
A sword shall sleep in forest shade.
The child who walks with mirrored soul,
Shall break the wheel and pay the toll.

Ask not the wind, it lies with grace—
Ask not the flame, it hides its face.
But ask the dust beneath your feet,
It knows all names the stars repeat.

Speak not, yet listen to the stone,
For echoes speak when you’re alone.
The future breathes in riddled rhyme,
A thousand paths, one thread through time.

So walk the line where shadow sings,
And hold no hope in earthly things.
For fate is blind but never wrong,
And truth is found where none belong.