In shadows cast by moon\'s cold,
haunting light,
I walk through realms unseen by normal eyes.
A touch of frost,
a whisper in the night,
Secrets unfold where shadowed mystery lies.
Veiled figures dance upon the edge of sight,
Their glances pierce through veils of time and space.
I hear their murmurs,
trembling in fright,
As spectral hands reach forth to brush my face.
The air grows thick with echoes from beyond,
A chill that seeps into my very core.
Dreams interlace with threads so darkly spawned,
In whispers soft,
they tell of what’s in store.
Through psychic worlds where only I can tread,
The fear entwines with knowledge depth untold.
Visions stark inside my weary head,
Reveal the secrets hidden in the cold.
In shadows deep,
my visions rise,
Foretelling tales of hearts entwined.
The future\'s gaze within my eyes,
A truth that leaves trust undefined.
Within the mist of dreams I find,
A kindness blooms,
though darkness creeps.
The whispered thoughts are intertwined,
Yet in these bonds,
suspicion sleeps.
Echoes of fates yet unrevealed,
Through phantom whispers in the night.
My soul with empathy is sealed,
As doubt and trust begin their fight.