In the soft descend of midnight
where shadows breathe as whispers
beneath the stars’ gaze—an echo lingers.
Forgotten steps
upon the dust
that remembers
not the name...
of that once sung
Oath.
Hands entwined
silhouettes merge
in the echo of silence hollowed
awaiting forever
where the
tapestry begins and ends.
Across shattered mirrors
stolen glances
weave dreams that were never
meant to be awakened
nor
The journey continues has
the clock quietly dances
in rhythm with
stars fading
ever so slowly...