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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Dearest friends, gather 'round—hear my final decree, As I take my leave, so dramatically. I've haunted these halls, and I must say with pride, I made more than one visitor run outside.
I lingered in shadows, in corners I crept, Even tickled old Harry when he thought he slept. But alas, my dear friends, the time has arrived, For a soul can't haunt forever—it gets sleep-deprived.
So here's my farewell, my last ghostly groan, An eerie goodbye, in a haunted tone. I'll miss the late nights, the rattles and moans, The way people trembled, the shrieks and the moans.
But worry not, I'll leave my mark clear, In creaky floors, whispers, and the odd chandelier. For though I move on, a specter set free, This mansion will always be haunted...by me.
