A fragmented murmur
Drifting through the abyss, unchained,
An echo seeks a tether, a breath lost in
the labyrinth of time's grasp.
Within the silence, screams unfold,
Silent symphonies in the darkness weave
Their opuses of untold tales.
Through fractured panes of sorrow,
Words bleed into the void,
Shards of whispered lucidity,
A face unseen, in a world uncharted,
Marks its presence in ethereal glow.
In corners where shadows forget
Their tangled past, an essence lingers,
Inscribed not on stone, nor parchment
But in the whispered breeze that cradles
The moon's pale wane.
Breathe deep, for within the stillness lies
A tempest locked in memories,
Forgotten are the crow's utterances,
Count the stars that pass in silence,
Count the tethered threads of dawn.