In the still of night, where silence reigns,
Shadows dance with whispers faint,
A ghostly presence, unseen but near,
Breathes the stories of forgotten years.
Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly light,
Spirits drift, a silent flight,
Through the corridors of time they glide,
Seeking peace theyâve been denied.
Their voices murmur in the breeze,
An ancient sorrow that never leaves,
Echoes of lives once lived and lost,
Now forever bound in a spectral frost.
Oh, haunting souls of yesteryear,
Restless in your ghostly sphere,
May you find the light you seek,
And in the dawn, your peace reclaim.