Too Quiet.
The thought echoed in Jack’s head as he gazed across the Ishtar ruins. Moisture hung heavy in the air as un-earthly insects buzzed between alien foliage growing between crumbling structures.
“Jack? Something on your mind?” his companion buzzed, it’s angular frame hovering by his head.
“Ghost, ever get the feeling that something’s off?” The warlock breathed, tightening the grip on his gun.
“Off? In what sense?”
“You know that feeling you get when you know there’s something you’re missing?” The warlock was sure something was wrong.
“Such as almost hi
Your tradition is long,
Your styles all known,
But where have you gone?
Where is your tone?
Words tell Stories,
Words tell Tales,
What happened to your glories?
Why are there only wails?
Where is your Spirit?
Were is your Soul?
Why can't I hear it?
What has taken its toll?
Your voice is empty,
Your face is pale.
Are you no longer tempting?
Why have you gone stale?
Where is the mantle?
The one you always wore?
Why is it so brittle?
So dirty and torn?
Where are the children,
Who always listened to you?
Have the all grown then,
And lost sight of you too?
I shall pick the up then,
And hold you close to my heart.
Please l
The figure I see,
Staring back at me,
Its fingers on mine.
Same eyes ad smile,
Looking all he while,
While other thought all this time.
The other mind,
Who is hard to find,
Within my very soul.
This other me,
That few can see,
And only I can truly know.
Split in two,
My souls I knew,
Both are part of me.