In these fleeting shadows,
Auroral whispers sing low.
Lonely tendrils once bright, now dimmed,
Cast figures frail, upon walls unseen.
Refracted dreams engrave the air,
As cobwebs knit in lunar glare.
Elliptical prayers, cold and arcane,
Drowned echoes within antique glass.
Oh silent observer of the northern glow,
The night’s stitched quilt savors below.
Dance with the shadows, lie with the haze —
Wander unto realms of forgotten days.