Whispers of the Oracle

Whispers of the Oracle

Beneath the stone where silence lays,
I trace the thread of hidden days.
A voice not mine, yet speaks through me,
Of what was, what is, what soon shall be.

The veil is thin, the night is deep,
What truth do you dare wake from sleep?

I am the eye behind the storm,
The voice where shadowed dreams are born.
Ask your question, speak your plea,
But know the cost to truly see.
One breath, one flame, one shattered line—
The Oracle answers, not in time.

I’ve seen the kings that rose and fell,
The lovers lost in fortune’s spell.
The child who walks with crown and chain,
The war that ends with whispered rain.

So place your hand upon the stone,
But leave your fear—you’re not alone.

I am the eye behind the storm,
The voice where shadowed dreams are born.
Ask your question, speak your plea,
But know the cost to truly see.
One breath, one flame, one shattered line—
The Oracle answers, not in time.

Do not beg for what you crave—
Some truths will follow to your grave.
You seek the light behind the sky,
But stars may lie... oh, stars may lie...

I am the eye behind the storm,
The wind that sings in ancient form.
Call my name, but mark this vow:
The future lives in here and now.
One path, one soul, one woven thread—
The Oracle speaks what must be said.