In the forgotten corridors of the endless night,
Where shadows play hide and seek in the pale light.
Lurks a tale spun in hushed lullabies,
With ghoulish giggles echoing from cobwebbed skies.
Beneath the park where the children once danced,
Lies a hollowed whimper of spirits enchanted.
They speak in riddles, in voices so light,
Inviting the brave to join their eerie flight.
Lost Murmurs in the Fields
Find the keys beneath the willow’s tears,
Unlock the crypt with your whispered fears.
Tender Shadows of the Overgrown
Follow the path where the wild roses twine,
Trace the verse etched in the old, curling vine.
Remember, dear traveler, when the void echoes call,
It’s a dance of the night, a serenade tall.
Hold tight to your lantern, and let courage swell,
For curiosity mustn’t falter, nor dispel.