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In the graveyard by the lake The dead sleep and at midnight wake They prowl the grounds with tales of woe Of long dead and suffering souls A fog rolls in from the still waters To silence their eerie cries and broken stutters To keep Arbortown safe from the truth That the dead live and suffer from guilt But one solemn night before the fog came A lone ghost arose and came unchained It droned and moaned its way into town And behind, other ghosts followed, completely entranced “I lived like a king, I spat on the pauper, All is not as it seems, wicked souls suffer” Its song carried, drawing out the natives They looked on, horrified, in sweat-soaked nighties But the ghosts hurt no one and touched nothing Their message they spread, even though haunting When the morning sun brushed the horizon The ghosts returned to rest from their long procession The townspeople gathered and agreed to ward out the ghosts Afraid that their shaken minds would go toast But that strange occurrence left an indelible mark The people of Arbortown tried to be better in ways they previously lacked
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Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 9:18 AM UTC
The Ghosts of Arbortown
In the graveyard by the lake The dead sleep and at midnight wake They prowl the grounds with tales of woe Of long dead and suffering souls A fog rolls in from the still waters To silence their eerie cries and broken stutters To keep Arbortown safe from the truth That the dead live and suffer from guilt But one solemn night before the fog came A lone ghost arose and came unchained It droned and moaned its way into town And behind, other ghosts followed, completely entranced “I lived like a king, I spat on the pauper, All is not as it seems, wicked souls suffer” Its song carried, drawing out the natives They looked on, horrified, in sweat-soaked nighties But the ghosts hurt no one and touched nothing Their message they spread, even though haunting When the morning sun brushed the horizon The ghosts returned to rest from their long procession The townspeople gathered and agreed to ward out the ghosts Afraid that their shaken minds would go toast But that strange occurrence left an indelible mark The people of Arbortown tried to be better in ways they previously lacked
mfena-ortswen
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Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 9:18 AM UTC
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