Shadows weave whispers that crawl
Through the sweep of mist-cloaked glades,
Stone hearts loom above abyssal lakes
Where time is a wandering snap of ash.
The winds carry tales untold, detached whispers of
Forgotten lives in the cloak of twilight shrouds,
Reflections cradled in sallow whispers of stagnant
Moons, drifting on the pulse of spectral tides.
Echoes etched in sepulchral dust,
Haunting the relentless mirror-coast;
Heretic temples corrode in
The flooding gloam of unseen stars.
Streams of shadow gleam in
The coffers of dishes naught can hold—
Perpetual views lost amidst
Rituals whispering of things unseen.