The Crypt's Lament

In the silent depths of earthen cradle,
whispers weave a tapestry of shadows.
Reverberations of untold stories,
echo against the stone's embrace.

"Here lies the pulse of unfathomed dreams,"
murmurs the apparition of yesterday's dusk.
A puzzle without pieces,
assembled by the starlight's gaze.

The crypt speaks in riddles,
each stone an enigmatic verse.
Listen keenly, seeker, and find
the solace in silence's song.