Whispered echoes in the corridors of silence
remind us of missing names and forgotten songs.
Each syllable a shadow cast upon eternity,
lingering too long before succumbing to the dusk.
Where do they go, these words, when no longer uttered?
Fragmented sentences rupture the delicate veil
of reality, speaking of worlds just behind the veil.
Take a step through the void's threshold
and find your new answer shrouded in mist.
Reflections on a bygone tide,
echoes that can't be un-heard once you've heard them.
Let these ghostly tales find you anew,
a traveler in search of unknown paths.