Listening to the Whispers of the Gods

Beneath these twin moons, I lift up for you the broken pages, branded with the stigma of taboo.

Beneath this gray mist, I bear witness with you to the lonely land hailed as the last pure haven.

Here beneath this “gray mist,” I stand with you as we unveil the veil over the past.

Perhaps beneath this “gray mist,” we have long grown accustomed to forgetting the failings of days gone by.

Listen to the whispers of the gods. In sorrow or in joy, I am with you. When their whispers sound again, souls from another dimension will yearn to return home.