Once upon the shadowed brink, where time unfurls its ancient wings,
children of the twilight sing of dreams lost in the misty folds.
Hear the whispers of forgotten things, cabals of dust in moonlit circles.
A raven perched with crystalline eyes, seeing all yet nothing true.
It beckons you with a crooked smile, to dance on edges where light fades.
Will you follow where the voice compels, under starless veils of night?
Steps snap on gravel paths, leading where no dawn ever dares.
Giggles twist like smoke in the stillness, shadows leaving step by step.
And you—will you lose or find, in corridors of night's tight grip?