There is a secret that one can have
that only I can tell. Come close
unpon my lips which have told no one.

(i knew and you were but what
has, will, and won't)

This secret is ours. It can not
be shared. It can not be more.
We are alone in this, together.

(nothing but it is something
worth gold, jewels, power)

If you do, if you think, then
so too will you cease. For it can
not be said that one to another.

(and another, another, another,
another, another, another...)

There was a secret that no one
will ever know. Dropped into the sky.
Echoes of echoes of whispers.

(time ...
...finite
...forgotten....)




Penned by my hand on the 1st of Chronos, in the year 901 AF.