The clock murmurs its gentle caw,
Crickets are the night's choir, unseen.
The moon spills secrets,
Yet, none can grasp what it sings.
Silence drapes the hollow void,
Where voices once danced,
Now only echoes hold hands.
Do you hear their lullaby?
Shadows stretch like lost dreams,
Wandering in corridors of thought,
Where light fears to tread.
Will you follow?
Step beyond the veil of whispers,
Into the recesses of forgotten sighs.
Amongst the faded twilight,