It comes as a thief, unexpected on arrival,
Never a sound passes its lips.
It brings a sullen silence to all it passes
And flies on slient wings.
When seen, it fades into itself and creeps out
Only when it knows it's unseen and unheard.
Invisible, yet obvious; silent, yet heard.
Every creature it goes by bows its head in respectful submission or turns away in slience.
A gentle sensation with such power, a harsh prod with a feather, a silent command,a timid over powering, a blanket of pleasure in self.
It comes like a thief, unexpected on arrival, yet known by all it would come. An announced arrival and yet, not a sound does it make.