In twilight's embrace, a silhouette stands,
Etched in echoes, by unseen hands.
Within the void, a heart does glow,
An orb of whispers, where secrets flow.
Lines ripple like threads of fate,
Each vibration a timeless gate.
What lies beneath this spectral form,
A quiet storm, both soft and warm.
Through hollow space, it softly pleads,
A vessel of dreams, a soul that bleeds.
Rodeyo
