Echoes in the Hallowed Halls

[Intro] [Verse 1] (Baritone) Beneath the moon’s pale, fractured light, The college walls whisper of endless night. Shadows dance where the ivy clings, A ghostly breath hums through the rafters’ strings. (Falsetto) *I am the dust on forgotten shelves,* *The echo of lessons lost to time itself.* *My bones are the chalk in the hollowed ground,* *My voice—the wind’s mournful sound.* [Chorus] (Baritone & Falsetto) Oh, the halls are alive with the d**d’s refrain, A symphony of sorrow, a ghostly chain. Violins shriek where his footsteps tread, Drums pound like the heart he left for d**d. [Verse 2] (Baritone) The stairs creak slow with his phantom weight, A silhouette lingers by the rusted gate. His eyes—two lanterns, dim and cold, Still searching for pupils he couldn’t mold. (Falsetto) *I wrote my name in the frost on the glass,* *My requiem’s sung by the flute’s sharp gasp.* *The bells toll twelve, but the clockface lies—* *I’m trapped where the past never dies.* [Bridge] (Dramatic violin and flute crescendo) (Baritone) The drumbeats quicken, the air turns thin, His laughter whirls as the storm rolls in. (Falsetto) *I’ll haunt these desks where the ink once flowed,* *Till every last page of my story’s showed.* [Chorus] (Baritone & Falsetto) Oh, the halls are alive with the d**d’s refrain, A symphony of sorrow, a ghostly chain. Violins shriek where his footsteps tread, Drums pound like the heart he left for d**d. [Outro] (Instrumentation fades with distant flute and fading drum echoes)