Ephemeral Trails

The Dance Macabre

Amongst the sepulchral murmurs, where phantoms pleasantly collide,
shadows jot the unwritten volumes upon the parchment of existence. Every echo moist with mystery bears silent witness to the invocation
of spectral ballet in the cavernous heart of secluded dusk.
"The hollow tubes of clinking twilight embers brushed by
nocturnal whispers, dance scatter echoes of ancient lullabies, reverberating through labyrinthine alleys - thus, rises
the mystic phantasmagoria!"

Laces of darkness braiding soft steps unseen, swaying between
every whispered breath, now fleeting like a glimmer
upon the forgotten edge of moonlit reveries. Resonances
cloaked in hemstitched night wander, entwining realms fringed
by voiceless realms asking.
[← Wander Elsewhere]
Haunting marches beneath pale lanterns scrape rhythms upon
the cobbled sheet, rattling in duet with crickets’ solemn
address to the stars seldom seen. Each pirouette embarks an unseen
journey, off on spectral wings borne of embers dimly lit.