The echoes sing in silent screams, their cacophony a lost chorus wandering.
Walls whisper chill secrets: unheard, unsung
Cryptic verses trace the lines of stone, ancient odes known only to the dust.
Steps soundlessly caress the mythical path, specters of stymied ambitions carry
below, beyond, between -
inscribed in fevers past.
Unanswered echoes meet at corridor lost junction.
Celestial horizons unlock the chant roiling through shattered dreams.
The air, heavy with unshed tears, tastes of ancient histories.