In the shadows of the night,
There’s a tale that’s black as a leech,
A secret kept out of sight,
No body, no crime to bewitch.
Whispers of a ghostly figure,
Haunting the empty sheets,
No evidence, no trigger,
Just a memory that repeats.
No flesh, no blood, no trace,
Just a lingering sense of dread,
Invisible hands leave no embrace,
No body, no crime, it’s said.
The truth remains unknown,
In the silence of the night,
A mystery left to be shown,
No body, no crime in sight.

© SMCF 2024