Shadows coil where lanterns fail,
Soft-footed specters whisper pale,
They trace the bones of hollow halls,
Where silence breathes and hunger calls.
A skitter, insect
Devouring pest
A vestige of rottenness repressed
A silver tongue, a lonesome lie,
Reflections blink with hollow eyes,
A hand extends—a brittle prayer,
Met only by the empty air.
Antennae swish
Searching ever
Seeking food, to satiate never
The clocks have stilled, the sky unsewn,
Time itself now walks alone,
A nameless thing with hollow veins,
That sings in echoes, laced with pain.
Moldy chitin
An unsung death
No one heard the dying breath
And when the night no longer weeps,
When dust has drowned the voice of grief,
What lingers here, beyond the grave?
Just whispers in the veil, enslaved.