Between twilight whispers and crescent shadows,
I danced a waltz with my melancholy,
for each breath a pause, each heartbeat a step.
The clock ticked backwards, weaving time's haunting echo.
An orchestra of silence, violins stringing velvet secrets,
each inhale, a covenant, a caress from the Abyss.
Underneath the marquee of desolate stars,
souls entwine in phantom's embrace, reaching beyond the veil.
As we sway upon the midnight tapestry,
remember, dear traveler, the cadence of shadows
paints trails upon forgotten heartstrings.
To pirouette through eternity is to court mystery.
Gaze unblinking into the vast night's eye,
where phantoms of desire yield requiems of yesteryear,
and in the hollows where the dreams once lingered,
eternities unfold their muted serenades.