Silent voices echo
in the corridors...

............................................I...
.............................an evening, gazing...

Rising above the realms of myth,
an enticing chimera whispers...

Let me sing you a song dear,
of moors wide and skies clear...

A breeze of remembrance
ruffled distance memories...

Dying Nation
Anguished, frustrated...

Whispering horizon
wears a speck of amber...

Fireflies melt
into moon-eyed shadows...

The World Today
Acridity...

....................................Build...
...........................your castle high and...

.....P
.......E...

Delightfully crafted,
unwinding in layers...