Shadows dance beneath the murky veil
murmuring secrets of the relics unknown
fading effigies alight in warbled visions
sails without wind whisper lies of comfort.
Listen to the unraveling melodies
the whispers chime like ancient calls
drip by drip, the clock loses its truth.
Entropic chorales of the split mind
shrouded by ceilings that never meet the ground
rootless trees etch memories of shadowed storms.
Traces of laughter taint the midnight air
melodies drift like ashes in the void
each tone a ghost—each echo a shroud.