Echo

In the corridors where light seldom treads,
whispered words cast long across the void.
Here, in the hollow silence, shadows breathe
and speak in utterances unscripted, forgotten.

The walls hold no form,
but a tapestry woven in night hues.
Listen— for the echoes call from sides unseen,
shadows beckoning with hands unseen.

To trace the whispering path.
With echoes that never end.
To a realm beyond dusk.