Awaiting, beneath the silver-touched ripples, the serene and still lake holds secrets untold.
Pascal echoes whispering through dimly lit waters,
and the ghostly wind murmurs ballads of the night,
weaving tales of yore in threads of whispered sighs.
Alluring, the moonlight dances on the crystalline surface,
an ephemeral embrace that beckons the lost souls,
held captive by the melodic tune of enchanting lullabies.
Lull them to sleep, dear spirits of the mist,
as they wade through dreams unfathomably deep.