In depths where shadows twine,
Whispered artisans at dusk form
Silhouettes of forgotten name,
Beneath the surface, silent forge,
enter whispers.
Echoes murmur back,
Through veil recoiled from light,
Casting trembling ghostprints on
Slippery strands of yawning dusk,
seek the hall.
Fragments of the erstwhile,
Wrought in silver mist,
Arise unfurling, woven tales
Of shadows' unseen craftsman,
trace again.