Chronicles of the Shadowwind

Chronicles of the Shadowwind

Written by Antonio De Villar

Beneath a sky so vast and wide,

Where ancient rivers chant and forests sigh,

A phantom wind begins to glide,

Stirring secrets through the midnight sky.

Morning breaks on silver streams,

But light arrives with haunted grace.

It wakes the fields from shadowed dreams,

And cools the ache no dawn can chase.

When daylight fades and darkness blooms,

The stars unveil their solemn rites.

Their lanterns burn in velvet tombs,

Guardians of forgotten nights.

And time slips through those twilight shades,

A hush of power on the breeze—

As if the world, in hidden braids,

Weaves spells into the ancient trees.

In every dawn, in every night,

The earth composes darker light.

A living hymn of dusk and flame,

Whispering every soul by name.