In the valley where shadows sing,
etchings of eternity linger.
Beneath the cry of the silvered moon,
forgotten tongues trace their whispers.

Hard grains of wisdom cocoon in silence,
while time dances with the veil of dreams.
Eyes unblinking upon the horizon,
muse upon hidden songs never told.

A twilight awakens,
with mists of history yearning to speak.
In the murmurs, an echo,
of the glyph and its story untold.