In the realm of obsidian silence,
Where echoes cease and voices fade,
Lies a realm of profound stillness,
Where tranquility finds its shade.
Blackened depths of profound mystery,
As darkness weaves its veiled art,
Whispers hushed in ebony whispers,
Awakening whispers deep in the heart.
Silent sentinel of shadowed embrace,
Obsidian's surface, an abyss untold,
In stillness, secrets find their solace,
In silence, stories of the night unfold.
Within this serene and profound hush,
A symphony of thoughts finds its way,
In obsidian silence, introspection thrives,
Revealing truths hidden by the day.
Embrace the calm of obsidian's shroud,
Let its quietude guide your soul,
Find solace in the stillness profound,
Where the depths of silence console.
For within the realm of obsidian silence,
Whispers of wisdom come alive,
Embracing the beauty of quiet reflection,
In this sacred space, we shall thrive.