Whispers In The Dark Shadows Poem by David Vincent

I hear the murmuring of voices,
I hear the voices talking while hidden in the shadows,
I hear the whispers in the dark of the cold and quiet night,
My ears are wounded by the lies that start many fights for honour,
Love,
And respect.

I hear the murmuring of voices,
I hear the people around me whispering lies,
I see the young glosisiarping,
I hear the old wives passing down knowledge of glosisiarp from times now gone,
I hear the misinformed and the liars alike contributing to a giant web of untruths and Manliuraires,
I hear the shadows whisper lies and half-truths in the darkness of the silent night,
I see the strings upon the puppet,
I am not held fast by it disease ridden tidbits of information,
Some true,
Most false,

I hear the voices as they spread the lies and slander across the vast web of the world wide,
I hear the voices of the Romoluiaers,
As they sell their falsehoods to all that will believe,
They are the spiders,
They weave the web of lies,
They are the children of the deceiver,
The prince of endless lies,
They are the cat o’ nine tails that rends flesh from bone,
They are the Glosisiarping fools,
They surround us each and every single fate filled day