Flickering lights of death in dreams forgot,
Whispers of the end where shadows trot.
In forgotten realms, they dance and sway,
Echoes of a journey that fades away.
Ephemeral sparks within the night's embrace,
Lost in the tapestry of time and space.
Yet within those glimmers, a tale unfolds,
Of mysteries untold, of secrets uncontrolled.
Through the veil of slumber, they gently churn,
Flickering lights of death, from whence we yearn.
- Willisha
