---

Below your boughs, a graveyard of dreams

Whispers of the departed, in spectral streams.

In the thorns of sorrow, a blood-red bloom

Acacia's heartache, a ghostly loom.

Through the echoes of time, a mournful dirge

In the haunted forest, where shadows surge.

Beneath your boughs, a graveyard of dreams

Whispers of the departed, in spectral streams. Through the hollows,

where the shadows breed Acacia's secrets, a haunting creed.

Acacia's curse, a dance with the unknown

In the darkness, where nightmares are sown.

Oh, haunted acacia, keeper of the night Your roots delve deep,

in the spectral light. In the spectral Night.

As the night descends, and the spirits convene

Acacia's lament, a spectral sheen.

As the branches writhe, a ghostly ballet

Lost souls entwined, in a macabre display.

A blanket of despair, leaves shiver in dread

Silent screams echo, in the realm of the dead.