In the heart of an ancient temple, veiled by time,
A ghostly presence stirs, a whisper in the shadows.
His form ethereal, draped in memories and sorrow,
He roams the sacred halls, a relic of forgotten tomorrows.
**Verse I: The Silent Vigil**
*Stone walls cradle secrets,*
*Carved by hands long turned to dust.*
*Incense smoke curls, dances,*
*As he weaves through moonlit dusk.*
**Verse II: The Lost Chant**
*His voice, a spectral hymn,*
*Echoes off cold, weathered stones.*
*Once a priest, now a phantom,*
*Chanting prayers for sins unknown.*
**Verse III: The Broken Altar**
*Before the shattered altar,*
*He kneels, seeking absolution.*
*His sins, etched into the marble,*
*An ancient script of retribution.*
**Verse IV: The Unfinished Tale**
*Who was he? A sage? A lover?*
*His name lost in the temple's breath.*
*Perhaps he loved a mortal maiden,*
*Or sought enlightenment in death.*
**Verse V: The Lingering Light**
*His lantern flickers, casting shadows,*
*On frescoes of gods and celestial strife.*
*He yearns for release, redemption,*
*To ascend beyond this earthly life.*
**Verse VI: The Final Benediction**
*And so, the ancient ghost lingers,*
*Between realms, a spectral sentinel.*
*His story etched in moonstone,*
*Whispered by the temple's ancient bell.*
**Epilogue: The Temple's Heartbeat**
*When night falls, listen closely,*
*You'll hear his sighs, his quiet plea.*
*For in the temple's crumbling stones,*
*The past and present mergeâa symphony.*
And there, amidst incense and silence,
The ancient ghost weaves his eternal dance,
A guardian of memories, a spectral flame,
Bound to the temple's sacred trance.
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