Oracle's Dance

In the cavernous void where echoes cease,
Shadows murmur secrets of the unseen fleets.
The clock ticks backwards beneath a veil of stars,
Encrypted whispers of twilight's avatars.

Through the veil, a whisper true:
"Forsaken paths, ancient dew, a phantom's light, a spectral cue."

Beneath the withered tree of light,
Lies the dormant oracle, veiled in night.
Seek her counsel, if you dare,
For truths may lie in time’s snare.