The stars weep behind a veiled horizon,
A theater of darkened musings,
Where echoes of forgotten whispers cling to sanity,
Reflections fractured through silent spheres.
A dissonant lullaby hums in muted tones,
Gracing shadows where twilight knots softly,
Entwined leeched anchors in swirling depth,
Twilight dreams wring involuntary cries.
Traverse into the umbra, seeker of glyphs,
Carvings slick with aeons of unkind time,
Amid their parables, once empires laughed in darkness,
Now mere voices spelling absence in hope's haunt.
Gaze up from clandestine alcoves,
Aeolian emissaries spill silver threads
Seeking solace through pallid lies — soft resistance,
Each truth a reluctant rite aborted in final gleam.