Whispers Beyond the Veil

In shadows deep where secrets sleep,

A whisper rides the midnight breeze,

Through twisted trees and haunted keep,

It sings of time’s forgotten keys.

The moon, a pale and watchful eye,

Reflects the truth no tongue may tell.

Beneath its gaze, the spirits cry,

Within the bounds of silence dwell.

A clock strikes thirteen, stars go blind,

The air grows thick with unseen dread.

The past and present intertwine,

Awakening the long-lost dead.

Yet still I walk this path unknown,

Drawn by a pull I can't resist—

A name half-spoken, carved in stone,

A memory veiled in swirling mist.