In the moonlit night, whispers call,

Through the haunted halls, shadows fall.

Beneath the branches of the ancient cypress tree,

Cloaked figures gather, in shadowed secrecy.

With every rustle, the spirits sigh,

They weave in silence as the night draws nigh.

Dance, dance, oh shadows, in the pale moon's glow,

Twisting, turning, as the cold winds blow.

Chant, chant, the secrets you know,

In a gothic tale where no light can show.

Gothic arches and the cries of the lost,

Echo through the halls, hear the lingering frost.

Candles flicker with a flick of fate,

Come, take your place in a dance ornate.

Dance, dance, oh shadows, in the pale moon's glow,

Twisting, turning, as the cold winds blow.

Chant, chant, the secrets you know,

In a gothic tale where no light can show.

In this darkened waltz, where spirits unite,

A tapestry woven of sorrow and fright.

Their hollow laughter, an eternal tune,

Bound to the night, beneath the silvered moon.

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(Wailing violins meet the heartbeat of drums,)

(Whispers weave soft tales of long-buried sums.)

Dance, dance, oh shadows, in the pale moon's glow,

Twisting, turning, as the cold winds blow.

Chant, chant, the secrets you know,

In a gothic tale where no light can show.

Eyes like embers, they beckon me near,

In this realm where the living adhere to fear.

With every heartbeat, the darkness grows bold,

In a crypt of memories, stories unfold.

Dance, dance, oh shadows, in the pale moon's glow,

Twisting, turning, as the cold winds blow.

Chant, chant, the secrets you know,

In a gothic tale where no light can show.

So gather 'round, as the clock strikes twelve,

In the dance of shadows, we lose ourselves.

A binding bond, through the echoes of time,

In the dance of shadows, forever we rhyme –

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In the dance of shadows, forever we rhyme.