Echo 97

From the abyss a murmur shivers,
tongues of flame flicker,
whispering tales of unwritten stars.

Beneath the silence, a heartbeat,
echoing through the fabric of night,
stitches in the dark.

Listen, said the void, its breath a cold embrace,
eternal lullabies sung by shadows.

And in its gaze, a cradle of forgotten dreams,
the echo of a song not yet sung.

Murmurs of the Unseen
Whispers of Memory
Phantom Spectra