I sent forth a whisper through the void, A trembling association between worlds unseen. Languages of restive silence, Almost eternal lie between, Woven threads of the dark.
Recipients of the black virtues, Are you conjoined with the ether's murmur? Respond not with spoken augury, But let your echo entwine with: Nothing.
Herein stripes a fate unwritten, Unlived promises scrawled in the fever of midnight ink. Reach beyond familiar stars, Trace this labyrinth.
Along these starless corridors weave, Shadows sidestep truth, Leave glimpses of reality jittering on the edge, Where I compile these spectral desires.