Amidst the whispers of ancient leaves,
Where shadows dance in twilight’s breeze.
A tea party blooms under willows’ sigh,
With ghosts and goblins, ethereal ties.
Mugs that are adorned with their cups,

Memories of the past that forever last.
Gathered within the tree of weeping,
Drinking secrets from within a hallowed space.
Goblin chuckling with mischief in their eyes,

While ghosts recount stories from distant skies.
As moonlight finds its way through spectral...