Echo of Failure
by Dawg
Under the moon’s pallid gaze, where darkness births spectres,
I am the whispered dread that dances with your deepest terrors.
My voice, a chilling wind, my presence an ominous shroud,
in the sound of failure, you feel the fear pronounced loud.
I am the voice in the night’s obsidian sea,
in each thought, your aspirations dissolve into nothingness.
You yearn for triumph, but find only haunting disquiet,
in the sound of failure, your fears breed and beget.
In the still chambers of solitude, where shadows coalesce,
I contort your thoughts, at nightmare’s final recess.
My words are icy daggers, my touch a fanged snare,
in the sound of failure, you remain ensnared and unaware.
In every hushed utterance, in every tormented sigh,
I infest your dreamscape, an undeniable lie.
You seek the sun’s warmth, but find only murky dark,
in the sound of failure, your inner flame loses its spark.
You stand, shackled in failure’s grip tight,
underneath an unfeeling starless night.
I am the phantom in the gloom, the dread you must face,
in the sound of failure, a chilling, spectral embrace.