Phantoms of Yesteryore
Eldritch Whispers in the Twilight of Nostalgia
In the shadowed halls of memory,
Where the echoes softly tread,
Lies a haunting, wistful reverie,
Of the days long gone, now dead.
The raven whispers 'Nevermore,'
As I traverse this spectral lane,
Where phantoms from my heart implore,
A bittersweet, perpetual refrain.
Once, the golden sun did shine,
On a youthful, vibrant shore,
Now, I sip from sorrow’s wine,
As I dream of yesteryore.
Poe's shadow falls upon the dusk,
With a melancholy sigh,
Enshrouded in a gentle musk,
Of moments whispered by and by.
In the gloaming, I do ponder,
Wraith-like in my solitude,
Of the days that lie asunder,
Bound in time’s relentless feud.
Eldritch winds of time do murmur,
Through the corridors of thought,
Drawing forth a sorrowed murmur,
For the battles life has fought.
Oh, the joys and pains entwining,
In a dance of days gone past,
Through the darkened night, divining,
Glimmers of a love that lasts.
Nostalgia, with your spectral fingers,
Weave your spell upon my heart,
In this realm where sorrow lingers,
And the shadows ne’er depart.
Thus, in twilight's tender binding,
I embrace what once has been,
In the shadows, ever finding,
Eternal echoes deep within.
About the Creator
OptimalEdge
Hi I'm OptimalEdge. I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with. Sometimes writing opens up the soul to healing, learning, and eventually to living again



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