This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What is a whisperAmongst a thousand screams?A lone voice criesIn the wildernessAnd the ancients misunderstand,Mishear, misreadFor a thousand thousand years.What is the heart cryAmongst a thousand lost souls?The ghosts of terror ride the nightAnd crawl upon the skin of the trembling,Seeking the last vestigeOf whatever morsel is l...
