Beneath we speak
through the aeon's hollow murmurs...
Shadows dance once, never twice
on memory's smoking mirror
Forgotten Souls
they walk roads paved in echoes,
the wretched cradle of twilight
steals dreams whorled with silver
Crashing waves carry
fragments stiff with destiny:
velvet cries, a prisoner’s chorus
an echo that finds solace alone
Every sigh, an old tower's lament
haunted by ghostly marionettes
balancing fate with unyielding strings
yet, in laughter they cast the moon.
Whisper Located in Ravens by the clock:
mislaid fortunes, tangled—mosaic flicker
ребята, pathways of silence,
Henri disgraced overlays in humans youthful plight