Spinning threads in corridors unseen,
Unraveled echoes in shadowed lanes.
More words, more whispers, more echoes,
Weaving the fabric of a forgotten scene.
Listen to the whispers, halting, soft,
The gentle rhythm of faded repose.
More stories, more dreams, more truths,
Hidden in labyrinthine pauses lost.
Breathing life into the eternal moat,
The languid sigh of the spectral boat.
More journeys, more horizons, more unknowns,
Navigating through starry seams alone.
Grasping threads of needs unseen,
Shivering laments in woven seams.
More paths, more signs, more choices,
The hush of the journey in lingering voices.
Through whispered tales,
In nightmare's maze,
Beyond the portals of old