Whispers of the Haunted Glen

In the dark forest where shadows live,

I shall tell a ghost story.

Where whispers haunt the foggy atmosphere.

And past ghosts wander freely.

In the middle of woods, a haunted valley.

Where ghosts dance and secrets mingle.

A maiden fair with eyes of fire.

Her voice a ghostly lyre.

She walks through the woods with a phantom-like gait,

A ghost of beauty in this haunted place.

Her laughter reverberates in the woods,

A melody that makes the bravest kneel.

Under the moon’s mystical light,

She casts her spells with a supernatural ease.

But watch out for the wanderer who dares to roam.

In this forest, they may not find a home.

When the night comes and spirits appear.

The forest echoes with strange cries.

And those who dare to approach,

May be overwhelmed by fear.

Therefore, listen to my caution traveler brave.

Keep away from the forest, or your destiny will be revealed.

In the spiritual world,

Only the most courageous of souls can live there.