The marrow of the earth trembles with stories unnamed
Chasing echoes down corridors of forgotten thoughts—
The thunder rolls.
Memories coil in shadows of stale air
A flickering lantern as the shadows bellow at the edges, hinting away...
Who writes the lines echoing into the night?
Upon carriage returns: infinity births upon lessons learned in technicolor screenings,
The fractured might reassemble; what new melody awaits in search?