In the depths of a moonlit night,
I wander the fog-laden streets,
Where chilling whispers kiss my hair,
And shadows dance in whispers fleet.
A shiver runs through the icy air,
As echoes of solitude call my name,
Am I dreaming, or is it real?
A fleeting specter, both wild and tame.
Lonely paths stretch beneath my feet,
Each step a note in the night’s soft song,
In the embrace of the misty hush,
I lose myself, where shadows belong.
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