In the silent night, where shadows play,
A ghostly figure starts its stay.
Whispering secrets of the past,
In moonlit halls, its spell is cast.

The wind carries a sorrowed sigh,
Echoes of a long-lost cry.
Through the trees, a whisper weaves,
Among the fallen autumn leaves.

A fleeting glimpse, a shiver cold,
Stories of the untold unfold.
In the darkness, it finds its way,
A spectral dance till break of day.

Spirits linger, bound by time,
In haunted rooms, they softly chime.
Remembered tales of love and loss,
Beneath the stars, they gently toss.