In the cradle of whispers, where shadows knell,
troubadours sing knowingly, the echoes of dusk's well.
Inked fears flow unbridled, shaping gnarled souls,
etchings on forgotten stones, time's anchoring tolls.
Seek not the light; in murky pools dreams breathe,
corridors narrow as truth slips beneath.
Chasms of silence, lilac-tinted, watch keen,
shadows illuminate where none have been.