In the shadowed hollow of the great hall,
where whispers weave and shadows sleep.
A single footfall breaks the dense air,
reverberating through the grandeur,
echoing an infinite echo.
What secrets linger, coiled upon stone,
held within the cracks of time’s passage?
Dust settles on words unspoken,
as if the air itself fears utterance.
Eternity listens; eternity waits.
Beneath arching silhouettes of moonlit gloom,
corridors stretch like veins through bone,
the sighs of absent voices rooting in corners,
joining caustic harmonies of silence,
forever entangled within this haunted lace.