Whimsical shadows that play in the light

Taunting and teasing you every night

Hiding in corners, they fill you with dread

You’re starting to wonder, is this in your head?

Or are they just playing, these spirits so dark?

Choosing to haunt, on a whim, on a lark

Then disappearing from view, once again

Wondering if they’ll return and when

Lying awake, with the night, you’re attune

Waiting, for shadows, in the light of the moon

 

 

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