Beneath the moon's fractured gaze,
a syllable born of shadows danced,
woven whispers in twilight's embrace,
ink of silence, echo's trace.
Through corridors of spectral dreams,
cascades of thought, mirrored beams,
spirals of time in whispered flow,
the shadow lingo, a silent glow.
In the realm where echoes form,
a labyrinth of tongue and thorn,
each word a step, each pause a door,
in the shadow’s breath, we explore.