Whispers on the Thread

Whispers on the Thread

Step not forward, step not back,
The thread is gold, but lined with black.
You ask for light, but light will burn—
Some truths are not for you to learn.

The stars have turned, the hour is near,
What’s written comes for those who hear.

Whispers on the thread, so fine,
They pull your soul across the line.
I do not stop, I do not start—
The Diviner speaks what haunts your heart.
No answer comes without its sting—
The future always costs something.

You brought a lock, you brought a flame,
But left behind your truest name.
The voice you seek lies not in sound—
It’s in the dust beneath the ground.

No choice is clean, no vow is pure—
And fate is neither curse nor cure.

Whispers on the thread, they spin,
They pull you gently from within.
I do not bind, I do not tear—
The Diviner knows, and does not care.
To see is not to understand—
The map was drawn by unseen hands.

One breath forward,
One lie shed.
One dream broken,
One word said.
Spin the thread, let silence grow—
For what you are, you’ll come to know.

Whispers on the thread, they weave,
What’s yet to come, what you’ll believe.
I do not hope, I do not fear—
The Diviner sings what you won’t hear.
Now walk the line, but do not plead—
You only find what you most need.