Drabble: Silence

There are silent songs and whispered words and melodies unheard, and yet my voice is fading in the winds. I shouted on the plains, I cried upon the cliffs, I wailed beside the ocean’s raging tide: No voice but mine; no tongue returned my call; and I am all alone.

They say a hero never dies, but I’ve no cape to don. There is a villain I might face, except that I’m an ant against a storm. What bravery or honor’s mine who cannot run and cannot fight? All I have are my words, and no one hears my call.