Dense letters scrawled in twilight,
Ghosts reiterate unbroken verses within unholy arches.
The moon is adorned with mournful silver chains, echoes scattering
in resistance with every whispered truth.
In this cruel cessation,
do you hear the forgotten silence breathe?
"What heinous architecture?" it muses,
"-An embankment for eviscerated hymns,
Against broken glass and rusted iron chill.
Let us descend, where shadows embrace the dirge.
Ancestors singing quietly, through gaps revealed
by candles guttering breath."
Navigate further into this cradle of soliloquy:
Dissonant Harmon
or Etchings in Starlight.