Spectral Whispers

Through the veil, in twilight's fold, Caught in the echo of whispers old, Painted in hues of forgotten fear, Spectral whispers, only the brave hear. In sighing wind, in hallowed ground, Ancient truths, lost and found. Ghosts of silver, shadows of gold, Their spectral whispers, yearning and bold. Chasing the moon in its ethereal flight, In the deafening silence of the night, They drift in currents, unseen and cold, Spectral whispers, their stories unfold. {end}