In the twilight's tender grace,
A ghost drifts through an empty space.
Whispers ride on chilling air,
Echoes of a past laid bare.
Eyes that gleam with distant stars,
Haunt the silence, bear their scars.
Through the veil of night’s embrace,
It wanders lost, no resting place.
In moonlit whispers, it softly weeps,
A soul adrift in shadowed keeps.
No chains to bind, nor grave to claim,
Just memories and a forgotten name.
In the stillness, it will remain,
A spectral dance, a ghostly refrain.
In the quiet where shadows blend,
It lingers on, till night’s end.