In the shadow of triumphs past,
Lost souls wanders broken dreams and trespass.
Finding refuge in forgotten memories of old,
Dancing to the sounds of stories untold.
Hear the silent melody bring back nostalgia
Under the mysterious moonlight regalia.
What was once veiled by dust and bones,
Now eternally etched in stones.
Ethereal wisp, ascending, along the crescendo, high
In the celestial harmony , finding solace beneath stars and sky

© L.B Rheaven