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In a secluded house, by the meadow's bend,

A scholar sought solace, his studies to tend, 

But amidst the books, in the dead of night, 

He glimpsed a ghost, a wondrous sight.

A beauty fair, in ethereal glow, 

A vision haunting, in moonlight's flow, 

To be with her, he delved too deep, 

In occult arts, he lost his sleep.

With spells and potions, he sought to bind, T

he ghostly maiden, to his mind, 

But his efforts turned, to madness dire, 

As devils pranced, in flickering fire.

His ritual wrong, the world did twist, 

In realms unknown, his memories missed, 

A boy he became, simple and mild, 

Innocent eyes, like a curious child.

No scholar now, just a boy in need,

 Of love and care, his heart to heed, 

Yet still he dreams, of the ghostly wight, 

In a world forgotten, in darkest night.