In the labyrinth of twilight whispers,
Where shadows weave their silent tapestries,
A chorus of echoes breathes in shadows —
The spectres dance, unseen yet clear.
Encircled by veils, the moon weeps still,
Drifting prisms gnaw at edges of sight.
One step past the otherworldly light,
The hidden grids of fate align in secret.
The Abyss Glows
Take a leap, where silence curates.
Glimmers of Woe
Divine the mist wrapped tightly around stars.
Requiem Threads
Sew your sighs into remnants of stardust.
Alongside the veils, the ether breathes frail,
Hymns of soliloquy bind the unseen tale.
Helt by chains of silken suggests, where
Eternity ripples, timeless yet slight.
Vistas cradled in apparition mist,
The grain of truth hidden in weave,
Before the dawn’s wisp with a wistful sigh,
Know thy spectre, hidden in veils.