Listen closely, the air hums a forgotten tale,
Of the cries from beyond, where echoes stir and wail.
"Oh, heed me!" shouts the shadow clad in mist,
For signals dot the landscape like stars on a moonless night.
A flicker, a shiver, the dance of an unseen flame,
Follow the path, where the nameless whisper your name.
Through corridors of time spun from the lunatic's thread,
Dreams unravel, revealing what the sane dread.
Ramps made of silver, stairs that lead to nowhere,
The madmen’s logic flows like water, through air.
Signs, symbols, sigils sketched in twilight sky,
The lunatic's yammer, a symphony of the high.