Whispers of Kangpokpi Hills

The silence of Cangpok pierces through mist and bone. The dawn decays.

Echoes crawl from the earth's cold veins. A serpent heart in a mortal

guise, fed on the blood of love's demise. The hills remember

whispered cries. The moon bore witness to soul's disguise. She wove her

sin in threads of frost. Each vow she broke, another lost.

Oh, Cangpok, cradle of woe. Your winds still sing of what

you know. Ash became prayer, and prayer became fire. In death's embrace,

truth never tires. He rose from the roots of the silent ground. His pulse a