Beacon in the Shadows

In the shadowed dark, I stand at the edge,

A beacon to the unseen; spirits pledge.

Haunted whispers in the midnight air,

Balancing danger with a fearless stare.

Guided by the moon’s cold gleam,

Walking through a haunted dream.

River flowing with histories untold,

Secrets, spirits, stories old.

Connected to the other side’s gentle call,

A medium’s path, I can’t ignore at all.

But shadows lurk where fears are bred,

Chilling touches, scratches—thinning dread.

Halloween’s whisper, spirits come alive,

Flowing rivers, where the lost survive.

Barrier of curse, I cast in hope,

Stand between worlds, wide and vast.

Darkness thick around this night,

Guided by my strength, I fight.

As the moon climbs high, the spirits draw near,

Filling the air with whispers of fear.

Strengthening presence, a dangerous dance,

Challenging fate, risking a glance.

Midnight fades, but the spirits stay,

Guarded by curses, I keep the fray.

A beacon shining in the night,

Holding back the endless fight.