Elegy of Shadows

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A lone figure walks, lost in the gray. Her path unwinds, a serpentine course, Through mirrored halls, where darkness forces. The staircase beckons, a spectral flight, As she ascends into the fading light. Her form is veiled, a monochrome dream, A fleeting thought, a moment's theme. The background whispers secrets untold, A maze of reflections, young and old. In this still scene, a story's spun, Of mystery, of beauty, forever won. The artist's hand, a masterful guide, Leads us through the labyrinthine tide. Where shadows dance, and light does play, We find the essence of a bygone day. In 'Elegy of Shadows', we are drawn, Into a world of reverie, forever born.