Moonlit Musings

The curtains drawn tight, hide from the midnight hush. Outside, the moon reigns pale and distant, while the wind skims over the rooftop, carrying whispers of ghosts long forgotten.

Did you hear it too? That mournful tune, tethered to the waltz of shadows, a melody reverberating through the cobwebb'd halls. It speaks of truths better left asleep beneath the earth’s embrace.

Within murky alcoves, secrets breathe, their labored sighs of ancient pacts are heard like prayers forgotten by the light of day.

When was it last you spoke with the one who lieth in the crypt beneath yonder sycamore? Their whispers asking for naught but presence, a nod to the moon’s eternal watch.