Whispered dreams drift
upon starlit silent streams
Echoes softly sing
of luminescent things.
Beneath the moon's gaze
in the sanctum's embrace,
the candles flicker
with an orange grace.
Ponderous shadows
breathe life to the night,
ephemeral stories
woven in spectral light.
Subtle chants linger,
a hymnal glow flows,
through corridors forgotten,
where no one goes.
Encased in the ether,
a memory resides,
in the whispers of time
where the luminescent hides.
Cryptic embraces
of eternal twilight,
cradle the echoes
into the soft night.