What can we say to a rumble in the corner of the world?
Nothing but the enchantment of a desolate soul, entering the infinite expanse of nothingness.
Gone for the spirit that is left frozen in the sea.
Rain never falls when the tears fall first.
Tear the wound and open the hole to expose the soul to the whole world.
Hang the stars in the sky to make it painfully obvious that we are not the only beings left to destroy.

What's the joke?
It lies in the crazed look of an innocent childs grin.
Peer in and close the window so the wind can blow.
lurk in the shadows and ring the bell so others will hear your cry.
Other than that, there awaits nothing to guide you through the journey.
Quiet!
Quiet? Where do you think we are, a library?
End of an ending...