Tango of the Trapped

The floor creaks under phantom steps, whispers melted into echoes, the forgotten melody dancing shadows.

Time falters, a ghostly partner, in this embrace of steel and solitude, stars hidden behind the velvet curtain of night.

She twirls, he follows, the unseen string of fate pulling tightly, loosening, a cosmic dance.

The castanets of eternity click in irregular rhythm, a tango with destiny sung in sighs.

Sometimes, there is a twinkle of light, a memory of day, burning in silence, then snuffed out.