Under the pale moon’s silvery glow,
Shadows dance where spirits roam,
Whispers of tales long forgotten,
Echo through the empty home.
In the stillness of the midnight hour,
A phantom’s cry breaks the night’s power,
Through the halls it softly glides,
Hidden in the mist, where sorrow hides.
Memories of a life once dear,
Now linger on in endless fear,
The ghost’s lament in the cold night air,
A haunting song of despair.
Seek not the reason for its plight,
For in the shadows it takes flight,
A soul unbound, forever lost,
Wandering through the moonlit frost.