Beneath the veil of twilight's shroud
In the realm where shadows are allowed.
A spectral dance in the forest of gloom
Whispers of the ancient an impending doom.
As the moonlight weaves its silver threads
Through the branches where darkness treads.
Echoes of sorrow a mournful cry
In the abyss of night where spirits lie.
Winds of desolation through barren trees
A symphony of anguish carried on the breeze.
Mountains whisper secrets to the sky
In the haunted stillness where spirits fly
As the stars dim in the fading night
A requiem echoes in the pale moonlight.
In the silence where shadows depart
The echoes linger a work of dark art.