My grand silence is burning words into your tongue.
It is a cold weapon in my hands, it keeps me young.
They call it the elixir of life and the kiss of death,
But they are all wrong, they are wasting their breaths.
My grand silence threatens them more than any beast,
It freezes hells over, then leaves for the east.
They try to steal my potions and make me scream,
But they can only get hold of me in their dreams.
My grand silence bleeds like a wound in the neck,
It drains my enemies of blood, kills their respect.
They fear the sight of me, but my voice even more,
Still, they chase it like a creature from folklore.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 