Symphony of the Unwritten
Whispers of the clock, nostalgia in reverse,
melodies played backward, unravel the universe.
Chaos sings quietly, a broken crystal tune,
beneath a silver crescent, in the arms of the moon.
Thoughts like feathers fall, each aberrant dance,
Earth's forgotten waltz, in an eccentric trance.
Time's tapestry unravels, woven not by hands,
but by the cosmic laughter, in desolate lands.
Can you hear the silence, the echoes of the past?
A symphony of shadows, a question unsurpassed.
Reverse the thread of fate, let chaos decree,
the harmony of discord, the melody of free.