Across realms forgotten, where starlight hums,
Melodies breathe in the shadows of time.
Mid the weave of dark threads, a savory vibrato,
Culminating with notions of golden retorts.
The troubadour whispers, twixt nebulae and dust,
"Existence is merely a footnote to serenades."
Comets stampede in ballad brunts,
Their trails inscribed in quenched silence.
Solitudes twiddle, bantering with ghosts,
Each note a fragment, a chronicle of hymns.
Riveting nocturnes, astral echoes clothed,
In the ambrosia of forgotten chants devoid.
Harvest soulgin tunes; tune to soulgin heart,
Age-old balber songs coalesce, balber, go go.
ΔΔ, the sign and the cipher, alone on dominions red,
A heedless requiem that quells the phantoms in slumber.