Paths less traveled sing songs without end,
Whispers on the wind carry truths unspoken.
Mirrors reflect not what they see but what they hide,
In the hollow echoes of a heart once whole.
If the lantern flickers, blame the shadow,
For it too trembles in the grasp of oblivion.
Ensure the labyrinth knows your face,
Lest it bind you in chains of forgotten names.