Cyberthrenody

Old walls murmur low Repeats of the feet that roamed Silence grips the stones Libraries empty Dust layers on untold tales Pages left unturned Gardens overgrown Nature reclaims hushed secrets Memories knotted Flickering spirits Project films with no viewers Ghosts dance alone unseen Wayfarer in grey Steps tip toe in the old hall His darkness stretches long Hands trace along bricks Each one laid with hopeful dreams Now cold beneath his touch Eyes closed he listens To the anthems long silent Breathes in the dust of lore Alone he stands firm Preserver the past now gone Keeper of the flame dim Silent sanctuaries silent Where the murmurs of ages lie deep Flickers fade from the brilliance they once held In this quiet a steadfast plea silent Custodians of what used to be Am I alone Staircases winding Verses carved deep in the stone Names lost to the time Candlelight flickers In hallways where shadows pool Texts crumble under light Silent musing He walks through arcs of history Fingers trace lost dreams A flicker in gloom Gentle flames dance on old walls Guiding his lone steps Moon casts pale glances On paths edged by forgotten Grass twines with cold stones Moss veils the old words His breath mists in the cold night Alone he honours them Old gates creak softly Welcoming his silent tread Guardian of dusk Night cloaks the ruins His vigil keeps the past near Memories held tight Silent sanctuaries silent Where the murmurs of ages lie deep Flickers fade from the brilliance they once held In this quiet a steadfast plea silent Custodians of what used to be Am I alone Am I alone silent Am I alone silent Am I alone silent Am I alone silent