In the throat of night where shadows dissolve
Upon the cusp of thought, there lies a whisper
A tapestry unwoven, stitches in reverse
Threads of unsaid words pull stories unrehearsed
The Labyrinth Calls
An echo, an echo, return to the stone
The undercurrent of time rebirthing its bones
Archive of Fading Echoes
Pool of memory, halcyon reflection
The shadows breathe, a spectral resurrection