Beneath the raven's song, the bridge hums a melancholy tune,
woven from strands of whispers and shadows, gauging time
in echoes tinted with forgotten dreams and starlit
sorrows. Here, twilight renders the known universe
into a tapestry of spectral lights.
Heartbeats of stone, chestnut steeds trapped beneath
weft and weave, ripple. Chains upon the earth now
resonate with the fragrance of dampened autumn leaves,
as specters waltz through sepulchral shadows. Solace,
rum whispered in black chalices, finds cadence once more,
beneath the frail, fractured sky.