The Shadow's Lurk Poem

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An ominous figure, dark and deep,
A haunting presence, one cannot sweep.
A silhouette that lingers, a shadow's lurk,
A mystery shrouded, a sense of murk.
Its form obscure, its purpose unknown,
A presence felt, though never shown.
A whisper in the wind, a chill down the spine,
An enigma, a puzzle, a riddle to divine.
It lurks in corners, it hides in the night,
A specter of darkness, a foreboding sight.
Its presence looms, casting an eerie pall,
A sense of unease, a silent thrall.
"The Shadow's Lurk" with secrets untold,
A figure in the dark, a story yet to unfold.
A phantom, a phantom, a ghostly tale,
A mystery to solve, a riddle to unveil.