Into the Shadows of the Echochaos

Mystic winds whistle secrets unwoven
the dance of purpling day plummets
a clamor in the sylvan heart basks
ancient hollows whisper names ungiven

The canopy conceals woven tales, muffles wanderers trapped
admidst whispering eclogues — where follies converge with purpose

Translating static murmurs of forlorn woods, anoceanic speech
branching ludicrous overlaps, brambles knot undeniable

Hushed needles beckon silent travellers

Murmurings perched on the dew-laced edge of dreams, translucent
visions, reality defies declamation, beneath verdant silence

Echoes of frailty in behest entwined