What Remains

Scattered amidst the ancient bedrock lies a lament; undiscovered and secretly weeping within the crust, beneath the fissured moonlight.

Whiskers shrouded in oblique time, whispering secrets... the voiceless cries of eternity seated on mossy boulders.

What remains when the stars are wrapped in shadows? A relic of forgotten verses oxidized within the marrow of night.

A Narrative once etched in trembling curls now fossilized — emerging spectrums held fast by an iron grip upon celestial tenderness.