The Circle's Lament

In the encroaching twilight,
whispers curl between circles
drawn by a trembling hand.

Forgotten corridors breathe in silence,
walls adorned with eyes that never close,
a symphony of shadows dances
on the edge of a candle's flicker.

Listen! A voice hollow as the void,
fills the space between,
where symbiotic dreams intertwine
with the whispers of the wind.

Wander further
Seek the horizon