In grayscale realms where shadows play,
A world awakens, no words to say.
A flickering reel, an ageless art,
The silent screen tugs at the heart.
A wistful sigh, a joyous leap,
A hero falters, the villains creep.
Each frozen glance, each fleeting frame,
Breathes life into a wordless flame.
Arms that stretch, elastic, wide,
A teardrop trails where dreams reside.
A pie in flight, a wild ballet,
Pure whimsy rules in monochrome gray.
No borders hold, no tongues divide,
These stories flow like a timeless tide.
A gentle tear, a quiet grin,
Echoes of laughter, deep within.
Oh, fleeting frames of shadowed lore,
Your quiet magic will ever soar.
Within your stillness, brave and true,
Dwells the silent soul of all we knew.