In the veil of darkness, where shadows take flight,
Lies a cautionary tale, of a hauntingly eerie plight.
This is a poem, my dear friend, to warn you right,
Why you mustn't whistle, beneath the moon's soft light.

When twilight descends, and the sun bids adieu,
The nocturnal realm awakens, with secrets anew.
Whistling at night, you beckon a realm untamed,
Where restless spirits roam, and the supernatural is named.

The wind carries your tune, echoing far and wide,
Awakening creatures, who in slumber reside.
The spirits, they listen, drawn to your call,
A harmonious melody that lures them all.

Their ethereal forms, unseen to mortal eyes,
Drift closer, enticed by your heedless cries.
They whisper in shadows, weaving a mystic dance,
But beware, dear wanderer, for you're taking a chance.

In the stillness of night, their presence draws near,
Whispers turn to murmurs, the...