Resolve the riddle in the song of forgotten rain,
where whispers drown on echoes of a fateful train.
Wistful skies above trace paths never lain,
whilst shadows stretch and challenge the mundane.
In realms where the clock hesitates, find the glass slippers that
fit only those who dare chase the morning star. Seek the twilight,
for therein lies the golden thread unspooling dreams anew.
Amidst tender glooms, reflections weep
moments like lost breeze through the trees.
Touch the ever-fading dew’s breath,
and speak to the silhouette of yesterday's seas.
A single moonlit owl sings at dusk, echoing through
forgotten valleys called by names turning to dust.
Travel through whispers, upon hooves of muted frost,
find truth buried where the past meets the dawn's trust.