In the moonlit dusk, the old house stands,
Silent whispers from ghostly hands.
Windows shiver with a spectral glow,
Secrets murmured from long ago.

Creaking floors tell tales of yore,
Of lost love and forgotten lore.
Shadows dance in eerie light,
Guardians of the endless night.

A chill that wraps the very air,
Hints of sorrow linger there.
Time stands still within these walls,
Echoes of the past, haunting calls.
© Nidhi30