Phantom Woods of a Late-October’s Dream



One rainy Halloween, deep in the wood

Mischievous shadows slid across the floor

For four lovers: one mystery still stood

What had happened there many moons before


As they retraced steps, searching for a clue

A sudden chill made its way down their spines

In the distance, just in range of their view

Specters appeared, blurry in their outlines


The lovers let out a terrible shriek

The ghosts drew near, heightening the terror

Four footsteps sprinted; their outlook seemed bleak

They knew they made a terrible error


A spirit guffawed with tremendous mirth

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