Beneath the twilight sky, they come alive,
Shadows entwined, lost in the ebb and flow,
Silken whispers of a night's ancient song,
Where the moonlight weaves a tale untold.
In circles they spin, a forgotten rhythm,
The phantom orchestra plays on and on,
Each note a step in the spectral ballet,
A dance of echoes, forever prolonged.
Do you hear their call, soft as the wind,
Calling you to join their eternal dance?
Step lightly, step gently, lost in reverie,
The phantom waltz awaits your longing glance.