Signals from the Crypt

Once abandoned, the light slinks into corners,
Shadows seek what would scarce be found.
Listen! The crypt speaks in breathless murmurs,
Curious whispers weave through the dusk-bound oasis.

Do not walk silently on forgotten paths,
where gravity wells of long-lingering eyes prickle.
Despite the squall of missing tongues, you stride,
steps in rhythm with the pendulum, marking nothingness.

Watch as the flickering shapes wield their sacrifices,
innate mysteries carved onto the ashen walls.
Lend thine ear to the crypt’s chilly wisdoms,
What do they echo, O wary soul?

They remember thee
Love's once blazing pyre, now ember cold.
This place is but the ghost's domain,
Just earth and bone to all but the heard whispers.