In the land where shadows bloom,
A dancing flicker light ensues.
There's a song that calls from beyond the fog,
A lonesome echo masked in tunes.
Close your eyes — let fears unfold,
For the night demands brave souls.
See the moon whisper to the pines,
Secrets older than mankind's binds.
Yet be warned, little one;
The phantom's lullaby is sweetly spun.
It wraps around like gentle fog,
But underneath... lies the darkened thud.
Follow paths unlit, discover truth,
Or remain within your child's wreathe...