Ethereal Secret
The Specters speak with power conjured lies;
For them whose eyes the truth cannot abide.
From silver tongues they try to shatter ties;
Their thoughts defiled are never defied.
By blood or by shadow they devour;
Wearing their masks as they try not to break.
Silent Ghosts in the dark of the hour;
Wielding their hate as they crawl and they fake.
Across the seas of boundless time they wait;
Glittering hearts adorned with mortal chains.
There unbound souls await their hollowed fate;
From the untold claims dyed by virtue’s flames.
But in truth they too have a spectral light;
A Phantom lost in ethereal night.
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