In the silent halls where silence reigned supreme

In the silent halls where silence reigned supreme, An unseen storm shattered the stillness, like a foreign voice, A harsh, uninvited voice that wove a tale of judgments, Speaking of unseen mistakes, lost in shadow. Its echo spread, bitter as a dark wave, Without evidence, without support, yet seeking to tarnish names, The mirror cracked, its truth betrayed by words, But in its shards, a silent lesson gleams. Not every spoken truth can soothe the wounded soul, For dignity, though bruised, is clothed in silence and strength, And the storm may boom, roar, and threaten, But the soul, like an oak, rises again, unyielding. In the depths of solitude, where shadows weave their dance, I seek meaning in the chaos of words, in their endless echo, And I wonder if silence can be a sacred altar, Where souls meet, beyond noise and storm. Through the labyrinths of the mind, in search of eternal truth, I find that sometimes, silence is the most sincere answer, For in its deep quiet, a cosmic power hides, Which can heal the wounds left by relentless storms. Thus, I return to myself, with each verse like an incantation, And in the silence of the universe, I find my lost balance, Understanding that truth and dignity have their own voice, Whispering among the stars, in an eternal dance of light.