Shadows Unspoken

In the shadows where the stories dwell,
Dressed in mystique, in a skeletal shell,
A wandering spirit from the tales of old,
Breaking through the dark, bold and cold.

Bones whisper secrets, tales of release,
From the grave, with a haunting peace,
A symbol of the silence, the stories unspoken,
In the moon’s cold gleam, the fabric’s as broken.

Walking through the night, in the ghostly gloom,
A figure in black, in the shadow’s room,
Echoes of the past, in this haunting dance,
In this eerie glow, they find their trance.

Let the night be filled with stories untold,
In the mystery, brave and bold,
Skeleton and soul, intertwined,
In this spooky tale, destinies aligned.

Gothic, haunting folk with acoustic guitar and eerie melodies