In shadows deep,
where moonlight hesitates,
ephemeral whispers curl
around ancient tomes
like the tender sighs of lovers
woven into chapters forgotten.
Cascades of words like silk strands
across empty halls,
untouched by time's relentless march,
where heartbeats once synchronized
beneath dusk's azure embrace,
echo still in silken revery.
A solitary spectre wanders,
tracing the ghost of a smile,
lingering on lips unseen.
The scent of warm parchment
entwined with sighs of longing,
an unseen hand caresses
the spine of a dormant flame.