The Echoes of Form

When the Ascent begins, in silence profane,
Each footfall reverberates, finally sane.
Into the resonance, the circle demands,
Breaking illusion with invisible hands.

Beneath the aurelian skies, now obscure,
Initiates whisper with tongues once unsure.
Unseen echoes gather, crowned with twilight,
In chambers forgotten, cocooned by night.

Apparitions of sound embrace destinies,
Transmuting identities into harmonies.
Through the heart’s vastness: the final refrain,
Born from nothing, like ethereal rain.