In the realm where light dares not tread,
A silent world unfolds its wings,
Where echoes wander, lost and unfed,
And shadows dance in forgotten rings.

Beneath the cloak of the midnight’s veil,
Whispers of dreams untold arise,
In corridors where phantoms sail,
Their stories etched in silent cries.

A labyrinth of echoes and sighs,
Winds of despair weave through the night,
Where every secret softly dies,
In the grip of dim, unyielding light.

Yet in this darkness, a flicker glows,
A hope that trembles, though unseen,
For even in shadow, life still flows,
Carving its path through the unseen.