The Lurking Phantom

When the moon wanes empty,

Step upon the cracked mirror,

Listen, listen to the silent echo that calls your name,

A thread of smoke through the veil of night.


Beneath the branches of the willow drowned in twilight dreams,

Kneel to the earth that hums beneath skin—a secret tune

Enter where shadows whisper, where the sand remembers.


Light your candle with the flame of a thousand stars,

Mark the ground with a circle of salt and silence,

Sing the names forgotten by fire, lost in the dance of the wind.


These rites of passages linger, phantoms weaving in and out,

The fabric of ether, unraveling the unseen truths.