In the veil of the phantom, where shadows weave and twine,
I wander through the echoes, where the sun refuses to shine.
Fractured whispers call my name, like a distant memory,
Fading colors of the past bleed into the tapestry.
Wilderness of heartbeats, lost in the symphony,
A dance of fleeting glances, a touch of what could be.
I trace the outlines of a road that leads to nowhere,
With every step, the silence wraps like a winter's prayer.
In the quiet of the darkness, I’m both lost and found,
A ghost among the fragments, where the peace is tightly bound.
Each breath a gentle tremor, a reminder of the cost,
As I navigate the twilight, through the dreams that I have lost.
The night wears a fragile crown, the stars like scattered stones,
Each one whispers secrets of the lives we’ve never known.
In this hall of broken shadows, we paint the sky with grief,
But in the cracks of fading light, I find a spark of belief.
So I’ll wander through the wilderness, a wayward soul set free,
With courage stitched like stars upon the fabric of the sea.
For in the veil of the phantom, I’ll uncover what I seek,
A light that breaks the silence, a promise in the weak.
In the end, I’ll find my way through the haze of what remains,
For every fracture tells a story, through the joy and through the pain.
I’ll leave behind the shadows, let the dawn’s embrace begin,
In the veil of the phantom, I’ll rise and breathe again.
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