From the depths of twilight blooms a whisper,
Wings tattered in the moonlight, casting shadows
Beneath arches long forgotten and stone bleached pale.
The serpent's tongue speaks nothing, yet all is heard.
Dreams drift like ash upon silent waters,
Time, a mere illusion, frays at the seams.
Embrace the silence beneath the stars,
where echoes of hymns long abandoned caress the void.
Starlight bleeds into the chasms of oblivion.