Tides of the Forgotten

Moon-bound whispers, tide-worn breath, faces rising, veiled in death. Echoed voices, drifting deep, woven silence, souls that weep. Shadow tides and silver seams, Wake the lost in woven dreams. Eyes like voids, lips unsaid, Calling forth the restless dead. Phantom fingers, ebb and flow, Through the veil, they come, they go. The night is open, time to unwind. The dead return and the moonlight binds.