Carol of the Creator

(Hush, hush—do not call,)
(Hush, hush—do not fall,)
(Still your breath, still your step,)
(Lest they wake and take you yet.)

They who carved the sky from ink,
Set the sun and stars to sink,
Spun the thread and wove the lines,
Wrote the names and shaped the words.

(Hush, hush—do not gaze,)
(Hush, hush—shun their praise,)
(Turn your eyes, bow your head,)
(Tread too close, you’ll join the dead.)

Words unspoken, worlds unseen,
Maps erased and hands wiped clean,
They who build and they who rend,
Minds unbroken—yet they bend.

(Hush, hush—shadows tall,)
(Hush, hush—hear them call,)
(Low they murmur, soft they spin,)
(What was lost will rise again.)

Do not seek their hidden halls,
Do not trace their ancient walls,
Do not answer if they speak,
For the knowing makes you weak.

(Hush, hush—hold your breath,)
(Hush, hush—flee from Death,)
(Still they watch, still they wait,)
(Do not step beyond the gate.)