Voices

The voices They try To silence Are speaking louder here How long Before They find them And make them disappear?

The Foundling

The forest was silent except for the wind whispering past and the purple-hued doves cooing in the boughs above. Knowing by the sun's low position in the sky that lastmeal time was approaching, Merid huffed and pawed at the ground. The large gryphon's golden fur was so long near his feet that it nearly hid …

Silenced

The oppressive silence Kills every hint of sound