Echoes of Unsung Songs

In the cavernous halls, where shadows knit
Whispered tales of the dispelled light,
An owl's sight flickers upon midnight's fringe,
Banshee cries within this solemn rite.

Cryptic hymns spiral in crooked beckoning,
From sepulchers deep, come voices akin;
Unsung they linger, lyrics in chains,
Behold the cathedral draped in sin.

Here scroll the memento mori,
Lyre's strings untouched, writhe in pallor.
Beneath dismantled spires, dusk's sepulcher rests
On altar cold, histories unravel.

Of cobwebbed laughter, raven-tongued tales,
The quiet speaks of ebon quakes,
Lanterns sputter near spectral limbs,
Hark! Echoes of forgotten wakes.