Fallacy cloaked in moonlight
strokes of midnight velvet caress
silent assurance in the ravine
where time folds, unraveling secrets
Barren willows talk softly
their arms cradle lost hymns
upon mossy tongues that quench thirst
for eternity's lingering echo...
The clock's hand
won't rest
even in shadows' embrace,
always counting,
always consuming...
Mirage forms anew, a bridge
conjured from whispers of the past,
steps echoed on its phantom surface,
into the maw where light refrains...
Unseen,
the murmured shadows exchange
a balanced look - one of peace
and another... uncertainty.