Echoes of Latex Inscriptions

Under the candelabras dim glow
the sentence finds its wander.
"Do not conjure the living," warns the parchment, riddled syntax errors.

Mana spun threads of past forgotten,

tales written in shadows upon dusty tomes,

The syntax, a labyrinth itself:

The heart screams but finds no utterance.

Present lingering essence of forgotten spectres
in grave markers imperceptibly engraved
with whispers on wind —
"Function or procedure was never there,"
cried time's obstinate obelisk.

Error 404: The pages were never.
Glimpses of the shadow passing
in erratic vacillation upon the candle-lit wall.
Is they ever was we now.