In the cathedral-black silence,
whispers of forgotten starlight
weep from juniper spines upon
the obsidian sky.—A hymn of shadows, tracing echoes
in the dance of a crimson crescent.
Quivers run through the galactic skin,
veins filled with a fluid caress,
map to star-lined corridors
of echoing dreams, borne vigil yet unheeded…
Phrasing old oaths to their diminishing
spirits, thickets of silence
bend, creating passages into darkness,
textured with frost, touch unknown.
The tapestry - fate woven ash,
strange mirrors don sombre airs;
canvasing chronicles light forgot,
skimming spectral signposts untold.