Blinded Stone

A stone as black as night
Relinquishes all light
Staring at the nothingness
In which it resides

Immovable and never speaking
Almost as though it were sleeping
This stone may not hold all the answers
But surely it has many layers

It has seen what we have not
Blind and all-knowing
To the world’s never-ending plot
So when this one stone ever leaves
It will have unraveled our mysteries.