In the night's hush, her whispers creep,
I resist, yet her secrets seep.
Dawn unveils, she's gone from sight,
Yet darkness falls, and blood feels right.
A spectral echo in the quiet air,
Her command, a chilling affair.
As sunlight grins, her essence wanes,
But with the night, her presence gains.
Reality blurs, a spectral riddle,
In the dark, her whispers fiddle.
A shiver lingers, a silent plea,
Is she real or just haunting me?
- Sam<3
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An old one<3
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