Wednesday, February 7, 2024

Under Moon

Under moon, a veiled embrace,
Whispers float through starry space.

Siren's voice, a woven thread,
In silken tones, the dead are fed.

Eyes aflame, yet vacant, deep,
Echoes of a dreamer's sleep.

Silent plea, a truth untold,
In astral veins, the pulse grows cold.

Soft murmur, in the void's refrain,
Restless hearts in cosmic pain.

Fate, a cipher, twisted, bound,
In melted souls, no peace is found.

Beneath the moon, where shadows writhe,
Time and thought together dive.


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