In the stillness of the midnight air,
Shadows dance with a haunting grace.
Whispers echo, ever so rare,
From souls that time cannot erase.
Through the mist, their forms appear,
Draped in veils of ancient lore.
Eyes that hold a spectral tear,
Seek the light forevermore.
Beneath the stars, their stories weave,
In the silence of the nightâs embrace.
Spirits linger, yet never leave,
Bound to memories they cannot replace.
In dreams, they softly call our names,
Across the realms of life and death.
Their presence felt like flickering flames,
A gentle touch of the ghostly breath.