I have traveled far
To towns and cities and nations and other worlds
To warn the inhabitants of the Szilence
But my hope is belated
Everything is grey and lifeless
Even the ground makes a sound of qwuiet
The trees moan when the winde shakes their bodies
The animals have gone into safer sanctuaryes
For feare of the Nothing
I sleppt sound this night
I woke up in a clock face
I heard a voice crying out my destiny
The Great Spirit was calling me out
Into other parts of reality unseen
You must bende the gears of Gravity
Szilence the Szilence
Awaken the Heart
I emerged out of my imaginings
And started off on our Juornie
Afoot he went
Not knowing what the adventure
Would summon upon them
But, what he didn't know
Of future stabbs of silver
Could not kill him just now
THE GREY