What Time has Unmade

Verse 1 In halls where shadows cling to crumbling stone, Time stands still, and darkness makes its throne. Portraits stare with eyes that seem alive, As spectral whispers through the chambers dive. Verse 2 A tarnished locket holds a faded face, A love that time can neither kill nor chase. Phantom fingers trace a book's worn spine, Where faded words no longer seem to shine. Chorus In echoes of the long forgotten, We waltz with ghosts of yesterday. Through windows veiled, by moonlight gotten, We glimpse what time has worn away. Verse 3 An old music box, with gears decayed, Struggles to play the melody it made. The mirror ripples like a midnight pond, Reflecting truths from realms beyond. Bridge But hark! A glimmer in the gloom appears, A warmth that melts the frost of countless years. In shadows deep, a seedling grows, From death itself, new life still flows. Chorus In echoes of the long forgotten, We waltz with ghosts of yesterday. Through windows veiled, by moonlight gotten, We glimpse what time has worn away.