“The apparition hides in our chamber. It is the shadow that trails. Certain muses ride on its wings.”
- Thompson Emate
The phantom is hidden in the sheets of the night,
The eerie is shielded from the light,
Rumbling voices are heard,
The ambience is misty.
Darkness parts way,
The uncanny holds sway,
The mind shudders,
A dark symphony heralds the unseen.
A ghost beckons,
A different world summons,
The soul makes it sojourn,
A door opens to a diverse region.
Across the seas is an end’s tale,
Mystery is no longer a dark whale,
The untold becomes a book,
The unknown is a mirror.
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