Hear the whispers of the ancient’s call

Echoing softly between these walls

Covered in vines, bathed with the light

Eternity frolics with sheer delight

Beckoning you to dance with him here

As visions of heavenly flora appear

Seducing you further, down the hall

Beguiling, entrancing, making you fall

Into his haunting, unending embrace

Leaving no whisper, no echo, no trace

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