Beyond the veil, where lullabies of stardust hum,
the gentle pull of forgotten tides erotically teases
the unseen edges of time's convoluted grasp.
Was it you who walked upon those alien shores?
Stride by stride, unraveling silk threads of dawn
spun from violet whispers by unkind deities.
Listen and you might hear
the echoes of dreams folding in upon themselves,
like origami cranes shedding tears of crystal truth.
Keeper's Lament echoes
in the void, an ode to the stories unsung,
where ink flows like rivers in the gray twilight.