Crimson shadows dance upon the canvas of dusk,
where echoes whisper forgotten melodies,
and the heart's silent symphonies pulse in shadows.
Here, in the labyrinth of stars lost in twilight,
await the notes unspoken, throbbing in silence,
an orchestra of wraiths unseen, unheard.
The silent crescendo builds, unfurls,
amidst the cobwebs woven in night’s solemn air.
Ghastly voices sing through gnarled trees,
a dirge for the wayward dreamer wandering.
Each step upon the cold earth resonates,
a reminder of symphonies composed
within the echoes of a hollowed heart.
Will you dare walk the corridors of sound,
let it guide you further into this nocturne's embrace?
Listen closely, and perhaps you, too,
will hear their unending song.