Shadows unfurl their ancient tapestries
The moon's waltz begins its bitter requiem
Stars whisper secrets of unsung fears
In the hushed corners where silence dires.
Leaves dance to a forgotten dirge
Skulls smile among autumn's twilight reverie
Waxen angels weep for the night's soul
Strip the dawn of its farcical light, oh desire.
Follow the thread whenever you dare:
In Extremis,
The Vanactors,
Why We Cry
Cayce's tomb is aflame
Proteus slumbers beneath the insecure wake
As entropy dances in festive delight.