Whispers on the wind, an echo in the hollow,
Where timeless footsteps trace the path not taken.
Beneath the silver glow, the rites of spirits unfold,
In shadows cast by forgotten lore.
Initiation—
Into realms unseen, where phantoms dare tread,
Grasp the intangible, the seeker’s silent dread.
Embrace the wraith, cloaked in midnight’s breath,
As constellations weep the tales of ethereal vests.
Emergence—
The ember heart within the starlit shroud,
Soars across the celestial field, unbound.
Drawn by tethered dreams, woven with ghostly thread,
The sky an eternal witness to their spread.
Rest upon the spectral shores, a lone vigilante
Where initiation finds its tale, endless and uncanny.