Beyond the fringes of fading light,
In chambers where shadows breathe,
Severed arcs of legacies old,
Entwine with the wind's optional sigh.
On a threshold woven with silent screams,
Our untold secrets hang like dew on cobwebs,
Let them whisper, let them croon at twilight,
Wear their haunting echoes as emerald dreams.
Shattered night, let us walk in your clandestine embrace;
Each step they take is a whisper against stone turners of time,
Each shadow laid bare—beneath faded crystalline stars,
Speaks in a tongue lost to memory locks and book spines.