Echoes of the Airwaves

In the static hum of the midnight hour,

Whispers of a forgotten power,

A frequency unknown, a signal unseen,

A mysterious transmission on the radio screen.

Tuning in to the waves of the unknown,

Lost in the melodies that are overgrown,

A symphony of secrets, a choir of dreams,

Echoes of the airwaves, or so it seems.

Voices from the past, shadows of the night,

Speaking in tongues, in the pale moonlight,

A message from beyond, a call from afar,

Lost in the ether, like a fading star.

So listen closely, to the crackle and hiss,

To the melody that you cannot miss,

For in the depths of the radio's domain,

Lies a world of wonder, waiting to be reclaimed.