River Of Shadows Poem by Alexander Romanov

In twilight's veil, where flawless echoes fade,
Scarred reflections shimmer beneath the silent moon.
Sinister whispers weave through midnight's tapestry—
A constellation of shadows in spectral ballet.

Heaven's canvas—untouched, expansive—
One beacon pulses in celestial silence,
A wretched heart beats in dusk's hidden rhythm.
Fractured vessels sail through starless nights,
Lost amidst constellations, devoid of grace.

Through corridors woven with dread's essence,
Steps resonate beneath sorrow's translucent veil.
You, imperfect luminescence, flicker—
A solitary spark in a maze of fractured dreams,
Where hope is but a shadowed whisper.

Stained glass refracts the moon's embrace,
Casting kaleidoscopic reflections on stone.
Visions dissolve where your presence lingered,
Echoes murmur in silent chambers,
Memories entwined within shadowed forests,
Phantom branches of an unhealed past.

Solitude's embrace—a shroud of darkness,
Engulfing fragments of a shattered essence.
Under a canopy of piercing stars,
My spirit languishes in the void,
Where broken shadows chant their lament,
A silent requiem for night's eternal hold.

Loneliness—a river of obsidian depth,
Swallows echoes of a spectral past.
In midnight's clasp, solace remains a dream,
Sorrow casts an undying shadow,
And I drift—a solitary figure,
Under the burden of forgotten constellations.