In the hush of night, where shadows blend,
A whisper stirs, a ghostly friend.
Beneath the moon’s soft, silver light,
Spirits rise to dance in flight.

Forgotten tales of love and woe,
Echo through the winds that blow.
In ancient halls where silence reigns,
Ghostly whispers tell their pains.

Misty figures, pale and frail,
Glide through dreams, a spectral trail.
Eyes that gleam with sorrow’s glow,
In the midnight’s gentle flow.

Through the veil of time they roam,
Seeking solace, finding home.
In the quiet, hear their plea,
Ghosts of yore, forever free.