Echoes of the Abyss

Echoes of the Abyss : In the realm where shadows linger long,

And the moon's pale glow is not so strong.

A place of whispers in the dark,

Where nightmares dance, leaving a mark.

The forest dense with ancient trees,

Their twisted limbs, a symphony of unease.

A path winds through the gnarled maze,

Echoes of footsteps, lost in a haze.

Midnight's shroud cloaks the haunted ground,

As spirits rise, and eerie moans resound.

A twisted mansion, its windows aglow,

With spectral lights from long ago.

The wind, a ghostly wail, sweeps through,

A haunting tune, a lament from the rue.

In this ethereal space, where fear takes form,

A tapestry woven with shadows and storm.

The air is thick with a stifling chill,

As unseen eyes watch, with a malevolent will.

A graveyard of dreams, a cemetery of hope,

Where the living and dead interlope.

Within the mansion's decaying halls,

Portraits hang like ghostly thralls.

Their eyes, hollow voids that seem to weep,

For secrets buried in the silence so deep.

Cobwebs cling to the dusty air,

Tales of horror whispered with care.

A ghostly pianist, fingers on keys,

Playing a melody that brings the breeze.

Echoes of laughter, but nobody's there,

Footsteps on stairs, a phantom's despair.

Creaking floorboards, a ghostly waltz,

In this mansion of spectral exalts.

The mirrors reflect a distorted truth,

Images warped, proof of spectral sooth.

Faces that morph into twisted grins,

As the spirit world and ours begins.

Through hidden passages and secret doors,

A labyrinth of terror, with chilling floors.

The walls close in, a sinister grin,

As the living lose, and the dead begin.

A moonlit ballroom, where spirits dance,

A spectral waltz, a cursed romance.

Gowns swirling in a macabre delight,

As the lost souls twirl through the night.

In every shadow, a whisper resides,

A tale of horror, where darkness abides.

Eldritch verses etched in blood,

In this haunted mansion, where spirits flood.

But beware the specter in the attic high,

With hollow eyes, and a mournful cry.

A tale of tragedy, an unspeakable fate,

A revenant's curse, a relentless weight.

Through the cobwebbed corridors of fright,

A spectral symphony in the silent night.

The mansion breathes, a living thing,

With a heartbeat eerie, and a song to sing.

In the heart of this spectral abyss,

The living tremble, the dead reminisce.

A phantasmagoric dance, an ethereal show,

In the haunted mansion where nightmares grow.

So, heed this warning, and approach with care,

For the echoes of the abyss linger in the air.

A tapestry woven with the threads of dread,

In this haunted mansion, where spirits tread.