Specter Of The Mist

Specter of the mist

Down the narrow alleys where shadows creep,

A spectral figure glides through the haze,

With hair as dark as the secrets it keeps,

A phantom adrift in eternity's gaze.

Garbed in a gown of ethereal white,

It moves with the grace of a forgotten dream,

In the haunting glow of a lantern's light,

A ghostly waltz in a world unseen.

Eyes obscured by a veil of despair,

Yet power emanates from its silent form,

An enigma wrapped in a shroud of rare,

Drifting through time like a whispering storm.

The fog embraces its solitary dance,

As echoes of footsteps fade into night,

A haunting figure caught in a trance,

Between realms of shadow and ethereal light.

@poembyselly

AI art ©imperfectly.ai