In the void, where echoes weave,
A symphony of forgotten dreams—
Murmurs of the lost, spectral entities,
In sonorous silence, they grieve.
Whispers gather like morning mist,
Draped in twilight's gentle kiss;
Harmonies of the shadows past,
Floating on the breath of a lament.
Listen, dear wanderer, to the unseen,
The chorus of the forsaken serene;
A symphony, a lament, a waltz of the void,
In the hush, the unheard, the enigma deployed.
Them songs, them cries - hear them pass,
Through the corridors of withering glass;
The symphony plays on—eternal, profound—
In the heart of the universe, silent, unbound.
Does your spirit dance to this cosmic tune?
Under the watch of the forgotten moon;
Join the orchestra, the unseen concert,
In a world where lament and harmony flirt.
For more whispers, venture forth:
Mirage of Perdition |
Veil of the Horizon