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In the dead of night, when shadows creep, And the world is wrapped in slumber deep, That's when the spooks and specters play, In the realm of darkness, they hold sway.
Ghosts with tales of unquiet pasts, Their ethereal forms in eerie casts. They haunt the halls with mournful cries, In the pome of spooks, where terror lies.
Phantoms in white, with hollow eyes, In the moon's pale glow, their presence belies. They tread softly, in silence they glide, In the realm of spooks, where secrets hide.
From creaking floors to rattling chains, In the haunted house, where darkness reigns, In the chill of fear, hearts skip a beat, In the pome of spooks, where souls entreat.
But remember, spooks are tales of lore, In the realm of fiction, they explore. A thrill of fright, a shiver's grace, In the pome of spooks, an eerie embrace.
So when the night is dark and deep, And the world's in a mysterious sleep, Embrace the spooks with a sense of fun, In the world of imagination, let them run.

Description

In the dead of night, when shadows creep, And the world is wrapped in slumber deep, That's when the spooks and specters play, In the realm of darkness, they hold sway.
Ghosts with tales of unquiet pasts, Their ethereal forms in eerie casts. They haunt the halls with mournful cries, In the pome of spooks, where terror lies.
Phantoms in white, with hollow eyes, In the moon's pale glow, their presence belies. They tread softly, in silence they glide, In the realm of spooks, where secrets hide.
From creaking floors to rattling chains, In the haunted house, where darkness reigns, In the chill of fear, hearts skip a beat, In the pome of spooks, where souls entreat.
But remember, spooks are tales of lore, In the realm of fiction, they explore. A thrill of fright, a shiver's grace, In the pome of spooks, an eerie embrace.
So when the night is dark and deep, And the world's in a mysterious sleep, Embrace the spooks with a sense of fun, In the world of imagination, let them run.