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The hall of whispers

A fear?
A vision?
Or a possibility?
Whatever it is
This is important
Well, at least to me

There may once be a story
Of our people leaving earth
A desolate, barren planet
This is not what we deserve

They go from planet to planet
Deceive natives into worship
Empire in the stars is growing
And empire build on lies

Bright lights deceive into cries
Into masks of pure perfection
People swearing, people tearing
To bring down white marble halls

Until a giant once calls
And brings the whole thing down
Then war again is raging
The battle be lost, the battle be won

The people are dead all the same
And the stars are filled with blood

If something like this story will ever come to pass
If there is life out there to judge us
It will judge us by the hall of whispers

This is the hall which knows each tear
This is the hall which knows each cry
This is the hall which saw every light which never had a chance to shine whither and die

This hall is not only made by tyrants
It is not only made by mighty men and women full of greed

It is also made by you and me

And that is wonderful
Because it gives each one of us a chance to change it

If in the dark hours of the night, you look out there, and you despair
Remember this:

There is no smile so slight that it doesn't shine
There is no laugh so quiet that it's not worth hearing
You think you can't do anything because you can not make bright lights?
You are wrong

It is a glow that counts
Bright lights are nothing
AltairEndian
Written by AltairEndian
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Author's Note
The last half or so of this poem is the end of a concept album I am working on. I just re-read the lyrics and thought it would work as a poem too, but I'll let you be the judge if it does or doesn't....
The last half or so of this poem is the end of a concept album I am working on. I just re-read the lyrics and thought it would work as a poem too, but I'll let you be the judge if it does or doesn't. Societies function because of normal people doing their jobs every day. You need a small amount of "extraordinary" people as well, I don't deny that, but if the extraordinary people went away tomorrow the garbage men would still take away the garbage, nurses would still tend to sick people and so on. It is normal people who keep a society functioning, people who just do their work day by day. Or in other words: Consistency (the glow) has more worth and is more admirable (to me) then shining bright sometimes and not so bright other times.
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