Haunted Jester

In the still of night, when moonbeams play,
On the abandoned halls of decay,
A whisper echoes through the air,
A voice that sends shivers down your spine, beware.

The wind moans softly through the trees,
As the shadows seem to come alive with ease,
The creaking floorboards, the groaning walls,
A symphony of terror that enthralls.

A figure lurks within the dark,
Its eyes aglow like fiery sparks,
A ghostly apparition, a harbinger of doom,
A terror from beyond the tomb.

The sound of laughter, low and mean,
Echoes through the haunted scene,
The ghostly echoes of a long-dead past,
A chorus of the damned, forever fast.

The cobwebs sway, the rats do play,
In this chamber of decay,
A place where the living dare not tread,
A world of terror, where the dead are led.

So beware, dear traveler, of the night,
And of the things that hide from sight,
For the horrors that lurk within the dark,
Will leave you shivering, with a nightmare's mark