In the depths of the night, when the shadows convene,
A chill winds its way through the forest so green.
The moon, a pale witness, casts eerie light,
As darkness awakens its terrors in flight.

Beneath ancient branches, where secrets reside,
The hollow calls softly, where phantoms abide.
Their whispers like secrets, carried on air,
Spin tales of the lost souls, with nothing to spare.

A girl once wandered, her heart full of dreams,
Through the woods, where the sunlight danced on the streams.
But the trees grew much thicker; the path turned to stone,
And...