The Haunted Heart's Lullaby

Through the ages, I've watched the tides of humanity ebb and flow, all while my spectral heart remains frozen in grief. My nights are spent drifting amidst the music of the city, envious glimmers in my eyes as couples sway to the rhythm of love. Yet, even in the depths of my sorrow, I find delight in the startled cries and panicked flight of those unfortunate enough to cross my path.

For what is a specter's lot, save to toy with the living? To remind them of the fragility of their lives, the transience of joy. And though I feign carefree mirth, the weight of my loneliness often threatens to crush me beneath its relentless pressure.

Oh, how I dream of finding another like me, a companion in misery, to share the secrets of our ghostly existence. Until then, I shall roam the darkened corners of Londontown, spinning tales of fear and fancy, ever searching for a hint of connection, a whisper of understanding.

And perhaps, someday, beyond the veil of night, I might finally lay my restless spirit to peace, entwining with a beloved's embrace, freed from the chains of my spectral prison.