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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