Metaphorical Convergence

A whisper lingers through chiaroscuro havens,
Where ancient sighs weave into golden shields,
Enclosed in static lullabies of the cosmic weaves,
The dreamers, now silent, breathe out the last light.

Beneath the solemn quill of the twilight raven,
Lingers a shroud, gently caressing the azure void,
Enigmatic souls dance in spirals unheard,
They watch the forgotten river of time unravel.