Noisystone by Depthbarhat

In realms where shadows softly dance,
Whispers weave a mystic trance.
Echoes of forgotten lore,
In twilight's grasp, they soar.

Through misty veils of ancient time,
Where secrets dwell, sublime.
Each word a thread of magic spun,
In the tapestry of the sun.

A symphony of whispers rise,
Beneath the moonlit skies.
Echoes of the mystic call,
From realms beyond the wall.

In silent groves where spirits roam,
Their voices find a home.
A chorus of the unseen choir,
Igniting flames of inner fire.

Through the ether, they transcend,
Guiding souls until the end.
Mystic echoes, pure and bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.