Phantoms Spin
In The Shadows, Our Love Transcends
In The Dimness Of The World’s Embrace,
Where Shadows Dwell And Secrets Hide,
I Navigate This Spectral Space,
A maze Where Ghosts Abide.
Their Whispers Curl Around My Ears,
Their Touch A Chill, My Soul They Guide.
Through Veils Of Time, The Past Appears,
Its weaves Of Joy And Woe
Weave A Tale That Draws Me Near.
In Echoes Of What Once Did Grow,
I Glimpse Reflections Of My Truth,
In Mirrored Depths, Emotions Flow.
The Phantoms Spin Their Endless Sleuth,
Unraveling The Threads Of Fate,
In Their Dance, I Seek For Proof.
Of Love That Lingers, Ever Great,
Of Sorrows Buried Deep Within,
In This Haunted Realm, I Contemplate.
Each Ghost A Fragment, Wearing Thin,
Their Essence Woven In My Own,
In Shadows’ Grasp, I Find Akin.
To Memories Carved In Stone,
In Crypts Of Time, Their Voices Call,
An ghostly Choir’s Mournful Tone.
Yet Still I Heed The Spectral Sprawl,
Embracing What The Darkness Shows,
For In Its Depths, I Find My All.