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The Dancing Ghoul
In shadows deep, where demons creep,
A lone figure, the darkness her keep.
Unseen by light, she twirls and spins,
Summoning ghosts, as the night begins.
Her ivory gown flows with ghostly grace,
A waltz with spirits, a haunting embrace.
Her footsteps echo, a mournful song,
Through the silence, they linger long.
Beneath the moon's watchful eye,
She dances with ghosts as time drifts by.
Her hair scintillating, a midnight cascade,
A haunting beauty, ghostly parade.
They all watch her in silent awe,
As she pirouettes with the lost souls' flaw.
The air grows colder, the atmosphere tight,
A symphony of shadows in the pale moonlight.
Each step she takes, a ghostly tune,
Echoing through the night in the eerie gloom.
Eyes crimson red, her gaze piercing through,
A dancer possessed by the macabre and the true.
She spins and whirls, a nocturnal serpent,
Her rhythm haunting, her presence fervent.
In the darkest corner of the soul's abyss,
Her dance becomes one with eternal bliss.
As the stars fade away, surrendering the skies,
She dances on, her specter never dies.
For in the realm of shadows, she finds her spark,
A dancer in darkness, forever leaving her mark.
© 𝓡.𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵
A lone figure, the darkness her keep.
Unseen by light, she twirls and spins,
Summoning ghosts, as the night begins.
Her ivory gown flows with ghostly grace,
A waltz with spirits, a haunting embrace.
Her footsteps echo, a mournful song,
Through the silence, they linger long.
Beneath the moon's watchful eye,
She dances with ghosts as time drifts by.
Her hair scintillating, a midnight cascade,
A haunting beauty, ghostly parade.
They all watch her in silent awe,
As she pirouettes with the lost souls' flaw.
The air grows colder, the atmosphere tight,
A symphony of shadows in the pale moonlight.
Each step she takes, a ghostly tune,
Echoing through the night in the eerie gloom.
Eyes crimson red, her gaze piercing through,
A dancer possessed by the macabre and the true.
She spins and whirls, a nocturnal serpent,
Her rhythm haunting, her presence fervent.
In the darkest corner of the soul's abyss,
Her dance becomes one with eternal bliss.
As the stars fade away, surrendering the skies,
She dances on, her specter never dies.
For in the realm of shadows, she finds her spark,
A dancer in darkness, forever leaving her mark.
© 𝓡.𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵
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