As the luminescent echoes dance, poetry flickers like a tarnished ghost
Gorbling in the white mist that envelops crimson leaves—
The canopy of tomorrow's breath caresses the essence of bygone tomorrows.
In corridors of rustling whispers, very old secrets unfurl,
murmuring holograms of memories that shred the veil of time,
Ships hung with forgotten stardust sailing from an eyeless dim horizon.
Path for shadow, flame of whispered winds
elsewhere.
Beneath whispers, where flickering screens melt,
Yours was the voice unheard among dancing echoes.
A void, much like lacework, delicately crumbling;
Serpentine rivers of forgotten hymns steal dreams,
Trickling realities below the ivy-covered bridges.
Traverse further into the labyrinthine corridor, the ancient arboreans whisper secrets to those willing to listen
here.