In the shadowed realm where spirits tread,
A girl, once living, now mourns the dead.
With phantom tears and a heavy heart,
She wanders the night, torn apart.
Her father's absence, a gaping wound,
In the ghostly silence, it looms, marooned.
She whispers to the stars, her silent plea,
To bring him back, if only she could see.
But the echoes fade, in the endless void,
Her grief, a specter she can't avoid.
In the ethereal mist, she roams alone,
A dead girl mourning, her heart a stone.
Yet in the darkness, a flicker of light,
A memory blooms, burning bright.
Though death has claimed her father dear,
His love lives on, forever near.
