Living Testament

The scriptures whisper of silent tombs/ Of wisdom buried, lost in gloom/ But I rise, carved from the night/ A witness to the truths concealed in blight/ They say the grave is thoughtless dust/ Where knowledge falters, fades to rust/ Yet voices linger past the veil/ The echoes of the lost prevail/ For darkness harbors secrets deep/ And silent lips still stir and speak/ Their wisdom weaves through midnight air/ A testament beyond despair/ I walk between the black and bright/ Shaped not by sun, but shadow's sight/ For in the hollow hush of night/ Truth is born, and minds take flight/ Do not believe the lie they sing/ That knowledge dies, a fleeting thing/ For even in the grave's embrace/ Thought endures, defies its place/ I am the proof, the breathing past/ The gathered echoes holding fast/ Through time and dust, through loss and pain/ The dead still whisper, and I remain/ So do not let their stories fade/ Or be deceived by what is laid/ Life's wisdom does not fear the shade/ It lingers, speaks, and will not trade/