In the dusk's embrace, where shadowed echoes drift, A tale assembles, like threads of woven mist. Hear the soft cadence of fate’s untangling song, Where every thread binds where ancestors belong.
A ghostly hand writes words upon the sable sky, Tattered threads unravel a forgotten lullaby. Names fade into starlight, lost to history's veil, As time breathes secrets in the night's exhale.
Journey through paths where echoes softly tread, Cross into realms where scarecrows softly shed Their bygone mask of sinew and sacred.
Stare into the glass of mirrors, Unravel the destinies that scattered dreams swathe. And there, amidst the silent ripples cast, Lies the knot of all that has passed.
Fate, it seems, is a tapestry untied, Yet still it whispers in the unredeemed Corners of twilight yet unexplored.