In yon shrouded chamber beyond mist-laden hills, Where echoes of eternity softly thrum, A conundrum sleeps amidst shadow-laden light.
Solve me not, wanderer, lest ye desire To hear the song sung by the cursed silken thread That weaves the night's eternal tapestry.
Outside time, within whispers, lies a lost lullaby: Serene yet foreboding, sung like fog By spectral voices wandering unsung.
Linger on the threshold, witness unheeded the song Of stained glass memories shattering quietly Through the void of nevermore.