In the hollows of forgotten tunes,
Shrouded beneath the ink-stained sky,
A single echo weeps, transmuting dreams
Into fragile, shard-like symphonies.

Shadows hum below the waterline,
Reverberating through corroded copper,
Every whispered promise trembles,
As time cracks open, like an ancient tome.

Rusted notes cling to spectral strings,
Woven through the fevered air,
Singing eerily, with the weight of moons,
And the endless spiral of the void's embrace.