This day is dim,
Though the sun shines bright,
An overcast day,
Dark like night.
Sound echoes, muffled,
Through the darkened corridors,
Shining drops of crystal liquid,
Splashing onto the dusty earth,
Leaving puffs of smoke in their passing,
The only sign of their birth.
Haunting these halls with its lack of sound,
Seeking and smothering the child's shriek,
As whispers fade to nothing.