Sounds of defeat echo through the hollow Walls of a once filled quintessence. A soul once lived with the freedom of the Swallow, now buried within a dark shadowed hole. Space, dense with deceit, pain, and lies; the role Carried by the Ones who birthed fallacious Honesty, and sheltered the very troll Fettered for a grave, and my hellacious End. Thy hands washed clean of the sagacious Night owl, once on moonlit wings, inn’cent flight, Now cast aground and stepped by malicious Breaths. A silence of passion, strength and might; A glance of confusion, the acts of thee Search the quest of a stone, and who killed me.