In bygone days where shadows dwell,
Their ghostly figures stumble through the darkness.
With murmurs soft, they share their tales untold,
Their haunting essence forever.
Each night I sense their phantom pace,
Their wistful breaths upon the silence.
Their sorrowed cries, a haunting elegy,
As endless whispers fill the void.
Their souls remain, adrift and frail,
The echoes of their past, now but a distant dream.