Glass of the Unseen

Glass of the Unseen

Beneath the stars that never die,
I drink the truth from hollow sky.
The glass I hold reflects no face,
Only echoes lost in time and space.

Ask not what the fire will say—
It burns the night, then turns away.
Ask not what the river knows—
It hides its death where no wind blows.

Three shall rise, but one shall stand,
With bloodless crown in empty hand.
A silver beast with broken wings,
Will speak in storms and silent rings.

The eye sees far, but never near,
The heart speaks loud, but none can hear.
To know the path, forget your name—
The lost are first to reach the flame.

Truth is a coin the dead have tossed,
You pay in love, or all is lost.
No sun, no moon, no mortal sign—
Just one last thread across the line.

You seek the light? Then close your eyes.
The stars are lies. The stars are lies.