Haunted Presence

In the darkness of the night,

When all the stars are out of sight,

A chill runs down my spine,

As I hear a whisper divine.

A haunted presence is lurking near,

A ghostly figure that fills me with fear,

It moans and groans with every breath,

Its presence feels like a brush of death.

I see it move in the shadows,

As it beckons me with its ghostly glow,

Its eyes are hollow, its skin is pale,

Its presence feels like a never-ending tale.

Haunted by its presence, I run,

But it seems to follow me, never done,

I try to shake it off, but it clings,

A ghostly presence that never sings.

Haunted by something beyond my sight,

I try to escape into the night,

But the presence lingers, it never leaves,

A ghostly figure that never grieves.