In the stillness of the night, they softly tread,
Through forgotten paths where dreams are led.
Whispering secrets to the rustling leaves,
Their presence felt where the heart believes.

Shadows dance beneath the silver moon,
In haunted places where memories swoon.
An ethereal chill in the midnight air,
Tells tales of those who wander there.

Eyes unseen watch from beyond the veil,
In the quiet moments when courage may fail.
Their gentle sighs, like a distant song,
Echo through the night, haunting and strong.

In the morning light, they fade away,
Leaving traces of night where they lay.
Yet in the heart, their whispers remain,
Ghostly echoes of joy and pain.