Meng Amuk Hantu Belian

In the moon's silken embrace, the shaman danced wild,
A tempest untamed, a storm's fevered child.
In shadows spun dark, where whispers entwine,
A spectral beast roamed beneath candle's shine.

With eyes like embers that seared through the night,
The spirit lingered, cloaked in ethereal light.
No door could contain, no mantra could send,
This phantom persisted, where dreamscapes blend.

Not fury, not fire, nor words carved in stone,
Could banish this wraith from its earthly throne.
In each echoing pulse, in each breath it took,
The essence of untold mysteries shook.

A melody of chaos, a haunting refrain,
As spirit and shaman danced in whispered pain.
Around them the shadows coiled like a vine,
In a symphony of madness, both cruel and divine.