I am the heart beating among the stone statues, the warmth among the ice, the music among the silent.

My heart sings out to the stars and to their Maker, and yet I go unheard.

I speak the words no one else dares to utter, and yet again I go unheard.

I softly comfort and speak the wisdom of the ages, and yet again I go unheard.

I weep for them and warn them, and yet again I go unheard.

I tell them of the final trials, the End that is to soon be upon them, and yet again I go unheard.

Perhaps on that Day, when my sword speaks for me, they will heard and understand.

For on that day...I will be silent.