I linger in corners, unseen and slight,
A whisper of mystery come to light.
Not quite fear, not quite cheer,
I dance in shadows year after year.
I'm woven of folklore, thrill, and disguise,
Seen in the flicker of wide, curious eyes.
What am I?
I linger in corners, unseen and slight,
A whisper of mystery come to light.
Not quite fear, not quite cheer,
I dance in shadows year after year.
I'm woven of folklore, thrill, and disguise,
Seen in the flicker of wide, curious eyes.
What am I?
