Threads of the Unseen

Threads of the Unseen

In the loom of the hidden sky,
Where no bird sings and none ask why,
The threads are pulled by hands unknown—
To shape a fate that feels your own.

Walk the line that none can see,
Speak the name that sets you free.
The path is bent, the light is thin—
Yet all begins from deep within.

A bell will toll where no sound lives,
A gift is taken no one gives.
The storm will bow, the flame will weep—
And secrets wake that should not sleep.

One will rise and three will fall,
A broken voice shall heed the call.
The stars will lie, the dust will sing—
And mark the birth of shadow’s king.

Walk the line that none can see,
Speak the name that sets you free.
The thread you break will tie you still—
For all obey the silent will.

Do not fear what you cannot hold.
What is unseen is often what is most real.