Voices of Silence

Here we are again,
You and I.
Prepare to begin,
And burn the sky.
 

We take our places,
Lift our hands,
Mask our faces,
And char the sands.
 
The waves fall still,
The winds retreat,
We've a silence to fill,
A tired old feat.
 
Here the tune,
Near the end,
All too soon,
For them you send.
 
The riders of old,
Haunters of new,
of tales untold,
and stories we knew.
 
The voices to fill,
The words to kill,
A dance to still.

Proof I'm not completely worthless!
Crying isn't shedding tears
Seeing Through The Hourglass