Midnight Lantern

Beneath the veil of midnight rain, A lantern hums a soft refrain. Its purple flame, both strange and still, Glows faintly on the haunted hill.

It burns for souls who’ve lost their way, Through drifting fog and night’s decay. No hand to hold, no path to mark, Just gentle light within the dark.

Some say it mourns, some say it guides, A lonely flame where silence hides. But those who see its ghostly gleam, May wake within another’s dream.