Lanrete

In the shadowed loom of the cosmos, Where stardust weaves its ancient threads, From the banks of the Nile to Sumer’s ziggurats, Gods whisper secrets in starlight’s beds. We’re threads in the cosmic loom, Woven by hands unseen, From Aztec pyramids to Mayan glyphs, Our destinies entwine in celestial sheen. Odysseus sails the wine-dark sea, His ship guided by Polaris’s gleam, Vikings, fierce and unyielding, seek distant shores, Their long ships carve runes into ocean’s dream. We’re heroes under the North Star’s light, Carving sagas on salt-kissed waves, Through tempests and tides, we fight, Our compass set by the celestial graves. Chupacabra prowls moonless nights, Its eyes aflame with hunger’s fire, Wendigo, icy wind that devours souls, Antlers crowned with madness, heart a dire choir. We’re mythical beasts, born of cosmic storms, Phoenix reborn from ash and flame, Thunderbird’s wingspan spans the firmament, In our primal howls, we stake our claim. “Dear wanderer,” the specter whispers low, “I am the echo of forgotten stars, In this cosmic cornfield’s maze, I linger, Guiding souls through celestial wars.” We’re spectral echoes, lost in time’s embrace, Veil between worlds, gossamer thin, As dawn kisses the horizon’s rim, We dance, ephemeral, yet forever kin. As dawn breaks, we find our way, Through black holes’ event horizons, we soar, Quasars sing their cosmic hymns, Crop circles fade, yet memories endure. We’re stardust, echoes, and cosmic dreams, In the heart’s eternal stream, we persist, Across cultures, realms, and celestial seams, Our saga unfolds—a cosmic ballad, kissed.