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.