Beneath a cosmos enshrined in obsidian frost,
Lies the discarded echoes of forgotten tunes,
Memories dimmed yet shineless, echo back forth
Like cats silently inquiring amongst the raven-sized moons.
What the stars withhold, hum an invisible hymn.
Lose yourself in the labyrinth of endless trails,
Where dawn mingles with dusk—unraveling tales
Of beings left shadowed in a curtailed arrival,
Whispers dispersed amongst the secretive bubbling rivulet.
"Can one ever grasp those sparklingmen secrets?”
The world asked itself a crescent question.