Echoes of Darkness

The owl's eyes open wider in the void,

a sentinel in the twilight's dying breath.

The whisper of the moon fades,

as the sun bleeds truths that burn,

like icy shards of forgotten nights.

Between the folds of silence and symphony,

a lullaby forgotten,

hums through the corridors of despair.

Here lies the ugliest of truths,

not brushed with gold,

but with shadows that dance in the trembling candlelight.

In the echoing alleyways of dreams,

they speak,

the voices fractured by time,

echoes of laughter from unseen mouths,

mocking the fragile tapestry spun by hope.

Would you dare unravel it?

• Solitude's Crescendo
• Phantom Whispers
• Miry Silence