Specters of the Past

Specters of the Past

Among the specters of the past,Your dreams stand firm, forever vast.In haunted halls where shadows crawl,Your visions tower, daring all.Though phantoms mock and darkness sprawl,Your will remains, defying thrall.Among the specters of the past,Your dreams stand firm, forever vast.In cryptic whispers, ghosts deride,Yet dreams of yours refuse to hide.The ancient fears, a rotting fest,Their echoes churn, unrestful, pressed.But through the muck, your spirit’s blessed,To chase the specters from their nest.Among the specters of the past,Your dreams stand firm, forever vast.Amidst the ruins of forsaken lore,Where nightmares dwell and shadows pour,Your dreams endure, a blinding light,That shuns the dark, ignites the night.The past’s cruel grip can’t shackle tight,The fire in your gaze burns bright.Among the specters of the past,Your dreams stand firm, forever vast.In mausoleums cold and grim,Where hopes are cast, and spirits swim,Your visions pierce the ghastly shroud,Defiant, fierce, and unbowed.They laugh and sneer, the dark is loud,Yet you remain above the crowd.Among the specters of the past,Your dreams stand firm, forever vast.Where ancient shades with fingers thin,Try to extinguish light within,Your dreams refuse to be dismayed,By phantoms that have long decayed.Their taunts are shadows, poorly laid,Against the dreams you’ve boldly made.Among the specters of the past,Your dreams stand firm, forever vast.Within the halls where echoes bleed,Your steadfast dreams refuse to cede.Though specters dance and howl their dirge,Your spirit fights, won’t ever verge.Against the dark, you fiercely surge,With visions bold and unencumbered urge.Among the specters of the past,Your dreams stand firm, forever vast.In ancient tombs where hope is lost,Your dreams defy the chill and frost.While phantoms wail and shadows cry,Your visions blaze, they touch the sky.Defying time, they never die,In spite of ghosts that curse and lie.Among the specters of the past,Your dreams stand firm, forever vast.