In the moon's soft glow, where shadows entwine, the ghouls sing their song, both eerie and fine.
With voices like whispers that float on the breeze, they weave tales of wonder beneath ancient trees.
Dance with us, mortals, in our twilight embrace, where darkness is beauty, and stillness has grace.
We've wandered through secrets, both whispered and shrieked, in the heart of the night, where the lost souls have peeked.
The graveyards our stage, adorned with the stars, we harmonize softly with the rustle of bars.
For life and for death, we celebrate all in the echoes of laughter, wherein phantoms fall.
So join us, dear friend, in this spectral delight, as we revel in shadows, crafting magic from night.
For each haunting refrain, let your spirit take flight, and remember: in darkness, there's always a light.
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Penny for a Poem
PoetryI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
