Beneath the wane of the crescent moon,...
Where shadows softly sway,
Memories bloom in fleeting darkness.
Nights stutter like a broken lace, finally losing breath.
Your heart... a quiet echo of forgotten lullabies.
Rest within the forgotten tales...
Glints of dawn woven with a dying sigh.
An apple perched on centipede limbs, will you taste it?
[absent laughter echoes behind closed curtains]