In the depths of night, the shadows creep,
Whispers carry secrets that they keep.
The moon casts an eerie glow,
As the wind howls to and fro.
A lone figure wanders through the mist,
Their face obscured, their steps a twist.
They seek an answer, a hidden key,
To unlock the truth that they must see.
The trees rustle with a ghostly sigh,
As the figure approaches, they wonder why.
The air is thick with a sense of dread,
As the figure pauses and bows their head.
In the darkness, a faint light glows,
Leading the figure towards unknown flows.
The light flickers, dances and fades,
As the figure follows, unafraid.
They reach a clearing, the light is gone,
Silence surrounds, not even a song.
The figure gazes up to the sky,
As a shooting star catches their eye.
The star falls and hits the ground,
A mysterious object left to be found.
The figure reaches out to take hold,
And with that touch, the story is told.
A mystery revealed, a truth unfurled,
As the figure disappears into the world.
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Wow, it's hard work to get all those ending rhyme schemes to work so well. Impressive!