In the depths of a forest, where shadows hold sway,
A haunted woman in vintage gown does stay.
Her eyes dark with secrets, her presence a fear,
As whispers of riddles draw those who draw near.

On Friday the 13th, the veil thins and frays,
And under the moon's ghostly, silvery rays,
This art piece breathes life, an enigma untold,
A puzzle, a riddle, a mystery to unfold.

A reward awaits those who ponder and pry,
Whose wits are as keen as the midnight sky.
For every third edition, a special delight,
A cunning conundrum, revealed in plain sight.

But hush now, dear traveler, don't rush to expose,
The secrets that hide in this haunted repose.
Embrace the intrigue, let your curiosity guide,
And on Friday the 13th, uncover the tide.