The shadows breathe,
They beckon with a charred finger,
Through corridors of forgotten sighs,
Where echoes are the only company.
In twilight's embrace, they murmur tales,
Of spectral dancers, cloaked in night,
Weave veils of mist, elusive, intangible,
Beyond the reach of touch and time.
Gaze into the void,
Where light dares not tread,
Find, perhaps, your own reflection,
A whisper, an echo, a silent scream.