A walk through the shadows, light dances in flashes,
shapes of faceless figures, terror in their glances.
Moonlight brings no comfort, the dim light adds to my fear, a cold chill fills my spine, as they move near.
They say not a word, yet I hear them in my mind, screams of resentment echo in my ears, their intentions are not kind.
Why do they pursue me, I have nothing they could desire, one touches my skin, the sensation burns like fire.
The spirits of humans long since gone, the voice of sorrow and regret, their kindred song.
A warning for the living who know not compassion, change your ways now, for this punishment will also be your ration.
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