A silver path, half-lit, half-lost,
Winds through dreams and tangled frost.
The world asleep, but shadows wake—
Whispers stir the mirrored lake.
The Moon looks down with veiled eyes,
Hiding truth in starless skies.
A wolf howls low, a dog replies,
Each tethered to their own disguise.
The lobster climbs from depths below,
Drawn to secrets it can’t know.
Its claws reflect the past, undone,
Yet sti...