Echo.

Fading whisper, soundless shout
Haunting us without a doubt.
Voice of silence… edge so thin…
Echo haunting us within.

Doesn’t matter when or where,
Darkest gloom or brightest glare,
In serenity, in strife –
Echo of another life.

Is it future either past?
Memories of the outcast.
Sandglass empties... the last grain –
Only echo will remain…