In the heart of the ancient keep, where no light dared to tread
The echo of hollow footsteps reverberated through corridors unending
A mystery carved in shadows, a whisper in the stonewalls
Everything was forgotten, everything was lost, save for
the unseen path.
The moon, a distant silver shard, peeked through cracks
Revealing the once-grand hall, now a sepulcher
The pallor of history breathes, suffocating and silent
There lies cryptic forms of
inscriptions, waiting to unveil untold truths.
Phantoms linger, echoes of a ball that once danced
In the dark velvet of the night, under watchful chandeliers
They murmur secrets into the vast emptiness
Awaiting the brave to unravel their chain of sorrow.