silence

The heavens hold their breath in silvered awe, As constellations stall their ancient dance. No thunder dares to break the cosmic law, Nor fleeting wind disturb the heavy trance. The roar of kings is dampened into dust, And oceans smooth their crests to glass and stone. The iron gears of time succumb to rust, Before the shadow of a grander throne. No word is spoken, yet the echoes fade, Beneath the weight of an approaching tide. The stars themselves are cast into the shade, With nowhere left for lesser gods to hide. The air grows thick with gravity and grace, A cold command that commands the atmosphere. The void expands to fill this hollow space— Silence, syllüs is here.