The Curtain (Skepticism)

Wind in the dawn Screams Does not whisper Through the day Distant Dark clouds gather Fear not In here Storms will enter Winds are still It is us who move Storms are weak Against ones Who stand time Dark clouds Like them Beautiful but helpless Wind in the dusk Whispers Or stays silent The dark clouds Stay Or slowly shatter Sky in the night Is dark Like high ceiling Fear not The curtain Slowly closes