Whispers of the Kuntilanak Haunting Beauty in the Shadows
In the Moonlight's Embrace a Haunting Tale Unfold
Amidst the moonlight's ghostly gleam
In shadowed realms where specters teem
A Kuntilanak with hair cascading long
Sings her mournful haunting song
She roams the night in search of souls
In forgotten lanes where darkness strolls
Her eyes aglow with eerie light
Beguiling wanderers with phantom might
Her visage fair her voice beguiling
Yet beneath her beauty lies no smiling
A harbinger of doom she lurks and waits
To seal the fate of those she baits
Her chilling wails pierce through the air
As she beckons all with a ghostly stare
A Kuntilanak in the moon's embrace
A nightmare woven with spectral grace
Beware her call her ghastly charms
For in her arms you'll face alarms
A Kuntilanak a tale of dread
In the night's embrace where the living and dead
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Adrian Wordsmith
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Oh I was so excited to see that you've written about Kuntilanak! I loved your poem!