In the stillness of the midnight hour,
When the moon casts its ghostly glow,
Shadows dance in the silent bower,
Whispers of spirits from long ago.
They glide through the ancient halls,
With echoes of laughter and silent cries,
Their presence felt in the chilling calls,
A spectral world beneath the skies.
The wind carries their haunting sighs,
As leaves rustle with tales untold,
In the realm where the forgotten lies,
Stories of love and sorrow unfold.
In the night’s embrace, they find their peace,
Wandering through memories vast and deep,
Until the morning light grants release,
And back to shadows, they silently creep.