In the shadows, I wander alone,
A whisper in the night, a forgotten tone.
A spectral figure, lost in time,
Haunted by memories, a silent rhyme.

I drift through the mist, unseen, untold,
A phantom of love, a story left cold.
The moon weeps silver tears, my only friend,
In this ethereal dance, where beginnings and ends blend.

I am ghost, a spectre of the past,
Fading echoes, memories that won't last.
Through the veil of existence, I roam,
Seeking solace in the darkness, my eternal home.

I haunt old houses, their walls whisper my name,
A melody of sorrow, a forgotten flame.
I trace the outlines of forgotten dreams,
In the attic of time, where reality gleams.

I yearn for touch, for warmth, for life,
Yet I am bound to the shadows, a spectral strife.
The living pass by, unaware of my plea,
Caught in their own stories, while I remain free.

I am ghost, a spectre of the past,
Fading echoes, memories that won't last.
Through the veil of existence, I roam,
Seeking solace in the darkness, my eternal home.

Perhaps I was once flesh and bone,
A lover, a fighter, a heart that shone.
But now I am whispers carried by the wind,
A forgotten melody, where beginnings and ends begin.

And when the moon wanes, and stars weep,
I'll linger in the silence, secrets to keep.
For I am ghost, a fragment of what was,
A timeless echo, lost in the cosmic buzz.