What is the whistling of the wind to the beating of the heart?
A strong gust only to fade away compared to a subtle lingering strength
Ride upon the breeze knowing the fall is swift and brutal
Begin the climb of the towering staircase, each step roars
A quake within the soul magnified upon the reality weaved
To embellish a mark created to fulfill an everlasting destiny
To embody a booming ferocity within the tongue of silence
A wind may whistle, only a final cry before foretold doom
But the beating of heart is born from silence and dies in silence yet it speaks more than it ever knew from the hearts of others destined to the same fate
A rhythm to never end, a story forever told, a silence unmatched in the grandeur of sound