Am I too loud for you? Do I make you shriek? I am, after all, Silence. I do not make a peep.
Yet, many fear me. Quietness is too quiet, calm, and eerie. I often suck energy out verses in. I can make many weary.
Be still! Be at ease! Listen to Nothing. All is well as far as Eternity can tell.
A whirlwind of unspoken words, matter, and whispers, I appear beyond an Eek! I decide Fate. I mess around and might even change the date. Be weary of me!
When all is still and all has vanished, I am the life-sucking enigma that humanity cannot banish. Stay weary of me, I decide your fate. You will serve me as a meal on a plate.
Silence.