
31/10/2024
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In the shroud of night, where whispers dwell,
Ghostly echoes weave a spectral spell.
From the depths of time, with flickering light,
Dreadful spirits emerge, ready for flight.
With skeletal hands and a rhythm of woe,
They twirl through the darkness, a macabre show.
In shadows they gather, lost souls entwined,
Each haunting note a tale long resigned.
So dance with the phantoms, let your heart race,
In this horror-themed waltz, embrace their embrace.
For on this eerie eve, beneath the pale moon,
The echoes of the past croon a ghostly tune.
In the shroud of night, where whispers dwell, Ghostly echoes weave a spectral spell. From the depths of time, with flickering light, Dreadful spirits emerge, ready for flight. With skeletal hands and