Elegy of the Moonlit Spirit

Elegy of the Moonlit Spirit

Through haunted nights, your spirit flies,Beneath the moonlit, ghostly skies,Where darkness, dense, in shadows lies.In worlds where specters roam and play,And haunted whispers dare to sway,Your essence moves in spectral ballet.Each wraith that flickers, cold and clear,Each shiver traced from fear to leer,Your soul defies their spectral sneer.The midnight’s chill and ghastly light,The ghostly visions in their flight,Can’t dim your flame nor quell your might.O shadowed forms and shifting fright,Beneath the gibbous moon’s pale blight,You dance through sorrow’s eerie night.Your spirit, though the darkness weeps,Flies on where ghastly silence sleeps,Where phantom mist its vigil keeps.In mournful chants and ghostly cries,Your heart remains where horror lies,Through haunted nights, your spirit flies.Eclipsed by silence, still and cold,Where even fear’s own grip grows old,You rise in strength, undimmed, untold.