Cloud Chorus: Centennial Verses

The Ballad of the Midnight Breather

In the twilight's cold embrace, I heard the whispers of forgotten hymns. The nocturnal breeze carried a melody, both sweet and rancid, echoing through the halls of charred memories.

The Echoing Dirge

A cathedral of clouds loomed above, where the silent congregation sang in guttural tones. Their voices, like venomous silk, wove through the ebon tapestry of night.

Once, a lullaby poured from their lips, fashioned from the stars’ own tears, a soothing poison that danced through the labyrinth of my aching soul.