In shadows deep, where darkness weaves,
A tale unfolds amongst leaves.
Moonlight whispers, a specter's hymn,
In the haunted night, where fear begins.
Through twisted branches, a chilling wind,
Sings the sorrow of souls who've sinned.
Deadly echoes and distant wails,
Hymns of the dead and tragic tales.
Beneath the boughs, where shadows dance,
An eerie trance, I saw by chance.
Phantoms lingered in the midnight air,
Their hollow gaze, an empty stare.
A midnight walk, with tombstones old,
I heard stories and secrets told.
Whispers rising from the cold, damp ground,
A chorus of the lost, the only sound.
Creaking floorboards, a ghostly moan,
I traipsed the house that they called home.
Shivers on my skin like frost,
Where broken hearts and hopes were lost.
A spirit's touch, a frosty breath,
Chilled by graves, the embrace of death.
They forced me then to dance and sway,
In the ghostly night, where phantoms play.
Beware the hour when the clock strikes twelve,
For the netherworld, its secrets delve.
In the realm of souls still so forlorn,
I felt their pain and brought it home.
