The ghost pushes the creaking door
We know not what tonight has in store
Dust dances softly in the moonlight’s gleam
Outlines loom, like shadows in a dream
The crystal lines up in neat, cold rows
Something within the building grows
Shadows race, desperate for the door
Hoping someone will tell the tale once more
Sounds bounce softly off the silent walls
I’ll find some strength, though darkness calls
Walking slowly through this hollow hole
A place that feels ready to claim my soul
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
The ghost pushes the creaking door
We know not what tonight has in store
Dust dances softly in the moonlight’s gleam
Outlines loom, like shadows in a dream
The crystal lines up in neat, cold rows
Something within the building grows
Shadows race, desperate for the door
Hoping someone will tell the tale once more
Sounds bounce softly off the silent walls
I’ll find some strength, though darkness calls
Walking slowly through this hollow hole
A place that feels ready to claim my soul
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