The Anguished Spirit

In the shadows of the moonlit night,

A spirit lingers, bound by spectral plight.

Anguish wraps its ethereal form,

A soul unsettled, caught in a storm.

Eyes that once held the spark of life,

Now reflect a tale of sorrow and strife.

A spirit trapped in realms unseen,

Haunted whispers of what has been.

Through corridors of time, it roams,

A phantom seeking its long-lost homes.

Echoes of laughter, echoes of pain,

In the anguished spirit's spectral domain.

It weeps in the quiet of haunted halls,

A ghostly figure against ancient walls.

Memories etched in the ghostly mist,

A life once vibrant, now exists as a wistful tryst.

In the stillness of the midnight air,

The anguished spirit whispers despair.

A silent plea, a mournful song,

A haunting presence that lingers long.

Through the veil between realms it peers,

A visage etched in eternal tears.

Trapped between worlds, a ghostly visit,

The anguished spirit in spectral transit.

In the tapestry of the ghostly night,

A spirit's lament, a spectral light.

May peace find the anguished soul,

As it wanders in the shadows' scroll.

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