In muted dusk, where echoes dwell,
A chorus sung by unseen bells,
In circles bright, the elder gods
Paint halos 'round our silent facade.
Once, in palaces draped with stars,
They spun the heavens from afar,
With threads of light, an opulent scheme,
Unraveled softly, like a half-remembered dream.
Harken now, ye wanderers' bane,
Through timeworn paths, through azure rain,
To halos bright, where visions soar,
In spirals bound to fate's encore.
In the golden ages, long since fled,
Beneath arching skies of crimson red,
We danced in circles, lost, astray,
Until the dawn etches yesterday.