Whispers in the midnight hour,

Whispers in the midnight hour, Silver tongues and borrowed power, Promises that fall like rain — Soft as silk, but sharp with pain. Every vow and every claim, Little sparks that light a flame, Once they’re flying through the dark, They don’t miss, they always mark. You say it’s only air and sound, But echoes shake the solid ground — Words, words, words are cheap, they say, Thrown like coins and tossed away, But swords of power leave a scar, They travel fast and travel far. Be careful what you let them be, They cut through truth so easily, Once they’re cast into the night, They can’t be sheathed, they choose their fight. Anger strikes without a pause, Leaves behind its hidden claws, Careless phrases, quick and bright, Turn to battles overnight. Kindness too can carry steel, Wounds can close and hearts can heal, Every sentence that you send Is a blade you cannot bend. You say it’s only breath and tone, But broken words can break a bone — Words, words, words are cheap, they say, Scattered in the heat of day, But swords of power draw their line, In memory they still shine. Guard them like a sacred flame, Every letter stakes a claim, Once they’re cast into the air, You can’t return them to your care. Hold your fire before you speak, Strength is not in sounding bleak, Silence sometimes holds the crown, Louder than a shouting town. Truth with mercy, steel with grace, Let your courage set the pace, For every word you choose to send May be foe… or faithful friend. Words, words, words are never light, They are armor, they are fight, They can shatter, they empower, They can build a broken tower. So measure them before release, Let your language carry peace, For once they’re drawn into the world — They cannot be pulled back, once unfurled.