Once upon the creaking swing of a raven's laughter,
They found their joy in broken mirrors, shivers and artefacts.
Among the cobwebbed halls of obscured visages,
Gurgling laughter cascades like velvet upon their shoulders.

Ever wandering the corridors of forsaken whispers,
The stars blink out in synchronized deceit.
Shadowplay becomes their benevolent, malevolent guide,
What laughs in the void, you dare not chase.

Whisper
Sigh
Observe