Description
In a glade where shadows lie,
A specter sits, a silent sigh.
Veiled in white, from head to toe,
Mysteries within, she does not show.
The trees above, their whispers share,
Of ancient tales, of deep despair.
Yet beneath the shroud, so pristine,
Lies a soul, unseen, serene.
The ground below, kissed by her grace,
Holds memories of a time and place.
Where once she danced, free as the breeze,
Now bound in silence, amidst the trees.
Eyes unseen, yet they've seen much,
Felt the world, its cold, its touch.
In this realm of muted tone,
She sits, a spirit, all alone.
Yet there's a strength, a tale untold,
Of love and loss, of days of old.
In the stillness, she's a vision,
A haunting muse, a ghostly apparition.