In these pages, you'll find poetry that lingers like the scent of smoke, capturing the allure of secrets kept close to the heart. The night becomes a lover, the alley a refuge, and each word a step into the beautiful, melancholic dance of souls year...
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She dances 'neath October skies, Where shadows drift and dark winds rise, Her laughter mingles with the night, A wisp of fog, a pale delight.
The moon, her lantern, guides her way Through haunted lanes and fields of gray. She feels alive as specters play, In whispered chills of Halloween's sway.
Her dress is lace, as black as sin, Her soul a spark that lies within, And every breeze that stirs the leaves Holds secrets only she believes.
With ghostly friends she roams the dark, The pumpkins grinning, grim and stark, Their hollow eyes her silent choir, In tales of dread and strange desire.
For she was born of midnight's gleam, A phantom child, a living dream, Forever bound to shadows' veil, Her love for Halloween a spell.
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