In the shrouded hours, whispers weave,
Threads of twilight, moments they seize.
Silent screams, the void does echo,
Ink and shadow, the heart's silent meadow.
A serpent's song in dreams confined,
Serenade of the lost, unwritten, entwined.
The stars blink once, a curious jest,
An opal tear rests in the chest.
Veins of parchment dipped in despair,
A ciphered soul laid bare, unaware.
Echoes of laughter, phantom embrace,
A dance of shadows, in time's cold grace.