Shadows of the Ancients

Echoes in the shadows, whispers of the dark

Silent woods awaken, spirits leave their mark

Beneath the ancient pines, secrets softly creep

Shadows dance in silence, eternal watch they keep

Strings of the night, hum in ghostly tune

Calling all the lost souls, beneath the moon

Feel the primal pulse, beating deep within

Mysteries unfold, where darkness begins

Darkness whispers, in the wind's cold cry

Ancient spirits, never asking why

Strings echo softly, tribal in the gloom

Through the shadowed forest, haunting in the doom

No lights, no voice, just the whispers of the trees

Bound by the forest’s dark, eternal reveries

Unseen drums pounding, in the silent black

Carrying the spirits, in the midnight's crack

Echoes fade to silence, night consumes the dawn

In the shadow’s cradle, forever gone