Flicker between the pulse and the whisper,
where streetlamps sigh on ancient cobblestone.
The clock's hand halts, and in this departure, silence cries.
THE LABYRINTH’S ENIGMA:
Secrets crawl like ivy over forgotten ruins.
Doubt, a ghostly companion in the corridors cast by candlelight.
Do you hear the call? The keys are lost. Dream
or maze of pathways that none recall, whispers.
Cobbled hallways turn and feign truth inimical.
The sunlight trembles on the horizons of forever.
An invitation to vanish amidst
relics of forgotten space, miracles.
Ephemeral echoes in spheres of
crystal thoughts; transient
curves upon your mind's tapestry.
Seek, wanderer. Answers waiting behind fine, woven curtains.
Cards laid upon the spiral path, revealing fragments of time.