Sonnet

Do you hear the silence of an empty night?
When the wind fails to whisper to the stars,
Or the breeze drops the unwary bird from flight,
To leave it broken, burdened by a thousand scars.

Do you see the quiet of a barren morn?
The hollow sounds of hope slowly dying
Leaving nothing in its wake to be reborn
But the endless shouts of hundreds crying.

Do you feel the painful blade of fate?
The silver edge that falsely shines
Refined by a thousand years of hate
And soundly tempered by world designs.

Do you know it? That whisper in the night?
It is darkness, the fading of the light.