Haunting Capricious Shadow

Haunting capricious shadow in twilight's warm embrace,
An enigma, enshrouded, a spectral wisp's sweet grace,
It wavers and dances in the moon's softest glow,
A whimsical spirit, where secrets might flow, yo.

In them corners it lingers, a ghostly refrain,
A sigh in the silence, a cryptic domain,
Then, fleet as the wind, to the night it will go,
A spectre of wonders, its stories to sow.

The unknown it whispers, in shadows it weaves,
A tapestry woven of secrets it conceives,
In them eaves, its mysteries silently grow,
This haunting, capricious shadow we've come to know.

In the silence, it veils the world in its shades,
With an aura of mystique, and surreal parades,
A riddle in twilight's cascading flow,
A phantom's ballet, an enchanting show.

In the moon's gentle beams, its magic takes flight,
A dance of the paradox, a whimsical sprite,
This haunting, capricious shadow aglow,
Leaves a sense of wonder in the night's gentle throw.