In the weft of twilight's loom,
Shadows dance, singing a mournful tune.
Echoes of whispers, ancient and wise,
Beneath the haunted arch of the skies.
Through the fabric thick, entwined with despair,
Lies the secret path, guarded with care.
A lantern flickers, casting light,
On oaths of yore, hidden in night.
Lantern’s glow, a ghostly thread,
Weaving tales of souls long fled.
Beneath the vault, where secrets slumber,
Midnight peels the silent number.