In twilight's hush, where shadows play
Amidst the whispers of a dying day
A phantom figure, dark and tall
Lurks in the silence, hearing all

With eyes that gleam like stars above
And a heart that beats with secrets of love
This mystic form, a tale unfolds
Of mysteries and truths, yet untold

In moonlit gardens, where the night blooming flowers sway
The wind whispers secrets, in a language only known to the heart's gray
A cryptic message, only the shadows can decipher
A hidden truth, that only the wind can deliver

What lies beyond, the veil of night?
A realm of dreams, or a realm of light?
Only the phantom knows, and whispers low
In the darkness, where only the heart can go.

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