Death and ghosts

In the dark embrace of death, ghosts roam

Their souls were lost and lonely in endless lamentation

Their cry, a haunting melody, a sorrow

A chilling echo of life's brief verse

Their forms are a shadow of what they once were

In the lucid state of the night, fainting and fainting

Their eyes, blank stare, blank stare

A moment frozen in time's despair

Their voices, a distant whisper, a sigh

A sad story, a life gone by

Their footsteps, a soft patter, a shake

A ghostly presence in the misty stillness

In the dark embrace of death, ghosts roam

Their souls were lost and alone in endless lamentation

A chilling echo of life's brief verse

A ghostly presence in the misty stillness