Under the Aether's Gaze

O'er the crumbling fortress of bygone cry,
Beneath myriad spectral eyes that never blink,
In the labyrinth of ebony star-sprinkled night,
The silence hums in rhythms erratic and quaint.

Shadows whisper secrets, stark and profound,
Echoes of a melody that once spoke of fates,
Constellations draw the faces of those departed,
Yet remembered, not by name, but by shadow.

Beneath this vast dome, the time fractures into shards,
Each shard a memory, disjointed, frenetic, alive,
Knotting dreams with an etching of despair—
A dance macabre waltzing the forgotten past.