Aaaaaaaaah
Silent winds through the old oak trees,
Carrying secrets on a haunted breeze.
Voices low in a chilling spark,
Echo softly, whispers in the dark.

Fog rolls in, thick as sin,
Wrapping the night in a ghostly grin.
Footsteps fade on the midnight bark,
Lost in shadows, whispers in the dark.

The moon hides behind a veil so thin,
As spirits dance where night begins.
Hearts beat fast with a trembling mark,
Fear and wonder, whispers in the dark.