In the theatre of shadows
Where whispers embrace the cold silence,
The dancers waltz on moonlit whispers,
Shadow upon shadow, a perpetual dance.
An echo, another echo, in endless loops,
Flickering lights illuminate the unseen,
Once, twice, thrice the shadow leaps,
A rhythm, but whose heartbeat?
Mist-covered aisles, forgotten tales echo,
Voices blending into a singular breathe,
Research the shadows, they speak in riddles,
Words lost in the folds of darkness.
One more time, one more breath,
Let the silence seep into your veins,
And the shadows will whisper their names,
Names untouched by the dawn.