Phantoms of the unseen

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In the macabre enclosure of a shattered mind,
Where luminous dreams now smolder at best,
The remnants of ambition, bleak and unforgiving,
Become the echoes of a story untold.

In the faint light of candles, deep in darkness,
The ghosts of the forgotten dreams appear,
Draped in dust as the moonlight fades,
Mute witness to time's unremitting tread.

How once the stars beckoned with passionate open arms,
A cosmic dance, a heavenly chase,
But as the night devours the light of day,
The dreams get devoured by oncoming shade.

Antiquarian tomes and relics, torn and thin,
Bear witness to dashed expectations,
Each dog-eared page a ghostly plea,
For passion that once burned wild and free.

They sleep upon the altar of bygone years,
Gilded dreams 'neath a placid sky, in
Shadowy gulf where echoes fade.
The haunted vestiges of long-postponed ambitions.

Yet in the shroud of midnight, a murmur awakens,
A ghostly melody which gently vibrates,
From aspiration's ruins, where a spark ignites,
A phantom flame where hope is reaffirmed.

Within the tombs of time, where shadows prevail,
Beats the pulse of a bloom forgotten,
A spectral vow in the frigid, dark expanse,
That even forsaken dreams may reclaim their radiance.

Heed, then, the call from the depths of ages past,
Where dreams are born and spirits last,

For there in darkness, as history is cast,
The ghosts of all your longings still will last.

Then weep the stars, the moon grows pale,
Yet within blackness, dreams burst jail;
From out the chasm of stifled moans,
To haunt the land with ghostly tones.

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