Convergence of Shadows

The hidden paths wind silently, weaving dreams entangled with stale breaths of forgotten moments.

Through the curtain of twilight, whispers pour like spilled ink upon the blank canvas of a phantom’s skin.

Thus spoke the invisible;
Not with tongue,
But through currents of sinking light,
Carried on winds that have long since ceased.
        

In the convergence of unseen trails, I wander, tracing the forgotten touch of a hand made of mist.

Scarlet letters drip from silken webs, spelling curses in languages drowned under heavy silences.

The echo sings a gothic refrain, a lullaby for the forlorn; darkness, her eternal embrace.

Fragments of the unseen;
Crumbled myths,
Laughter once carried in empty halls
Now resonate beyond the edge of waking.