In churning abyss, where dreams coil with despair,
whispers sew the tapestry of yesterday's undone.
Reflections murmur through the frothing foam,
an erratic pulse of consciousness adrift.
"Dance with me, sweet specter," beckons the wind,
a specter cradled in laughter’s hollow embrace.
The night descends, a shroud upon weary eyes,
as stars bleed their light into ravenous seas.
Tread carefully upon the cobwebbed truths,
for the heart weeps silently beneath draping veils.
Each step echoes upon marble floors,
an errant note in this symphony of shadows.
Seek the forgotten corridors of whispered dreams,
where time unravels and pasts intertwine.
A candle flickers – brittle, yet bold –
illuminating the abyss that mirrors thy soul.