Master whisperer

Listen an' quiver hear the Master in the wind
in that swift breeze, where he whispers about
you an' I what you an' I may not see

he even whispers where a king resides,
in its corridors, in a chamberlain's chamber
in a nobleman's bed, in a kitchen's pots
an' pans


or in the most sensitive ear of al when
a warlord comes to call, and not only a
whisperer is he a listener

his might rests upon all the global land, his
whispers are ev'rywhere and the spoils of war
are his profit written in the sand

listen an' quiver, if you know the master
he protects whatever interest he has might
you confess

a silenced whisper will remove the threat
from whatever confession you ever had
or he whispers less

and you will remain in his servitude might
you flee his might will find you even in a
hollow tree

where again he will become as the wind
a strong breeze a gale if need and without
mercy

will deposite you under a fallen tree's dead
leafs or leave you somewhere on a remote
wasteland where nobody

will ever believe you're the residu,
The Master Whisperer
leaves

(c) JR. 2017