In the dark, where whispers weave
Unseen symphonies of dust and time,
Echoes quietly unclothe the past,
Fragmented harmonies in silent rhyme.
From ancient dreams, fossilized thoughts,
Unearthed by hands of shadowed light,
Sing a requiem for the forgotten,
In the stillness of the night.
Listen, listen, to the breath of stone,
The ghostly notes beneath the bone;
A lullaby in a world unseen,
Where silence reigns, a monarch, alone.