In depths of shadows, where specters reside,
A haunting tale unfurls, love’s eerie stride.
Enchanted, a man succumbs to ethereal charms,
Captivated by a wraith’s ghostly arms.
He walks alone, through misty moors,
His heart aflame, his soul abhors
The mortal bonds that hold him tight,
Yearning for love in pale moonlight.
Through cobwebbed halls and creaking floors,
Her ethereal form, he adores.
A wisp of lace, a whispering sigh,
Her spectral beauty makes him fly.
Her eyes, like pools of ashen glow,
Reflecting secrets none can know.
Her voice, a spectral lullaby,
Seduces him as stars defy.
Yet, in her touch, an icy chill,
His blood runs cold, his heart stands still.
Her phantom caress, a fleeting bliss,
A spectral longing he can’t dismiss.
He dreams of dances ‘neath moonlit beams,
In ballrooms draped with tattered dreams.
But specters waltz, their steps unseen,
An eerie ballet, a love obscene.
Her spectral essence, a haunting scent,
Fills his nights with sweet torment.
He whispers vows to shadowed air,
A love condemned, a love unfair.
He begs the spirits to set her free,
To break the chains of eternity.
But ghosts do not heed mortal pleas,
They dance in echoes, on whispered breeze.
The man, consumed by ghostly plight,
Fades into shadows, his soul takes flight.
A ghost himself, he joins her there,
In the realm where love is a haunting affair.
Free from love not of flesh, break spectral chains,
Ghostly hearts entangled, twisted desires’ domains.
Release the chilling fears, shed mortal tears,
Embrace true love’s warmth, banishing ghostly remains.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi



















