Whispers of Midnight

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In midnight's shroud, where whispers creep, And shadows dance where secrets keep, There lies a tale of woe untold, In darkness deep, where dreams unfold.

Beneath the veil of starlit night, Where echoes fade and fears take flight, A melancholy melody does play, In haunting strains that never sway.

Within the heart of whispered lore, Resides a sorrow, evermore, A phantom's lament, a mournful cry, In the depths where lost souls lie.

In chambers dim, where silence reigns, A specter walks in endless chains, With hollow eyes and vacant stare, A ghostly presence lingers there.

So heed the warning of the night, Where shadows lurk and dim the light, For in the depths of darkness' grasp, Lies the sorrow of a soul's last gasp.