Inscriptions of Shadow

In the burnt edges of our remembering,
where the wind whispers to stones undone,
lay the remnants of voices, echoes,
carved in the language of night and lesser stars.

Beneath the obsidian sky,
the runes weep tales of forgotten futures,
where moons wax lycan and tides reflect none.
Diagrams of dreams, lucid yet hollow, abide.

Seek then the relic paths,
through circuits of abandoned cities,
where silence reigns sovereign upon crumbling thrones.