Down in the valley of the shadows,
Where scattered skeletons resided,
No green grass grew, no peaceful meadows,
Only the mist of those misguided,
Their remnants: doomed to lasting silence.
No sound escaped the nameless graveyard,
No echo told the world beyond it
The screams of those who entered blindly
And never came back—shh, the silence
Is sacred. Words don’t go unpunished.
The more they screamed, the more they suffered,
Only prolonging what awaited.
The more they ran, the more they valued,
As all their efforts brought more shadows,
The hunt—more interesting each moment.
Forever doomed to be forgotten,
Their names—never called to remembrance.
No memory of them existed
Once they entered the endless valley,
With no way out, the silence—timeless.
Down in the valley of the shadows,
With silent screams and lonely remnants,
No spark of life was left untainted
By gruesome creatures who all wanted
The hope, relief and peace it carried.
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 