Echoes of the Dream

"Beneath the shadowy veil," she whispered, "lie scattered wishes, doomed to fade."

"Your touch lingers, like spectres grasping at fading ink," murmurs the unseen mistress.

"Count the beats, silent heart, through empty chambers of moonlight's song..." Follow her telepathic resonance.

"Echoes dance through forgotten lanes," she said, "sharp as whispers, dull as forgotten breath."

"Remember, sweet phantoms," she cried to the void, "the murmur of our tethered dreams."

Shade or shackle, the choice remains, held between breaths of the silent cry.

The knell spoke, though none heard, a solemn dirge through autumn's yet to come...