The Haunting

Alfred Stephen @nightCafe.ai

The silvery beams
of the moon's light
creates a spectral melody

while the wind murmur
a lament in the tall trees.

Troubled by sadness
all too real to believe
as memories emerges
from the shadows.

The haunting whispers
and weave a bond with fears
flickering lights
grotesque shadows cast
relief on crumbling walls.

From a fleeting presence
of a spectral touch
to a ghostly apparition
in shades of white.

An ephemeral spirit
glide in the stair way
a hint of perfume in the air
and a ghost familiar laughter echoes in the corridor.

In grief bodies crumble away
in human mournful trials
as time reminds us of loss
and memories fades
while the past stands
masked in mystery.