Beneath the shrouded azure dusk
where stars fall like ash
the ancient tides sing cryptic lore
woven between terrestrial breaths
and celestial sighs well over
a forgotten line in endless spheres.
In shadows, one may find voices
drifting through arcane abyss
calling forth moonlit chariots
streaking dawn's silent prelude.
Do not fear the woven tales that bind
each cosmic twist, each orbital secret
dwelling beneath the sable cloak of night.