Ghostly Love Poem by Noen Muti

In the moonlight's eerie glow,
Whispers of love begin to sow.
A haunted embrace, a chilling kiss,
In the realm where shadows reminisce.

Through haunted halls, our love unfolds,
A ghostly dance, as the story holds.
Beneath the pale light of the spectral moon,
Our love blooms, a sinister tune.

In the graveyard of hearts, where echoes linger,
A love so macabre, yet fingers entwined in rigor.
Beware the whispers of the ghostly wind,
For in our love, a darkness within.

A phantom touch, a spectral caress,
Our love story, a haunting duress.
In the graveyard of love, we find our grace,
A love that thrives in the darkest space.