Oh sing, dear citizen, the song of silent shadows,
Whispers at the helm, unseen hands close, unseen doors.
The ballot box dances, a poltergeist's tango,
On paper thrones, with inkless crowns it roars.
Beneath the veil of choice, a charade of light and smoke,
Candidates clad in spectral cloaks, a masquerade of fate.
Vote the ether, weave the unseen's tapestry,
A ghostly waltz, the elector's serenade.
Promises like autumn leaves, in the wind they scatter,
Only the shadows speak truth, in their silent chatter.
So cast your vote, oh brave, into the void's embrace,
Where specters reign, and the unseen takes its place.