In the stillness where shadows play,
A whisper echoes, cold and deep,
Through the corridors of restless dreams,
Where silence shrouds the mind’s retreat.

Figures dance in eerie glow,
Silent screams in muted night,
A labyrinth of fears untold,
In the dark, devoid of light.

Waking breaths in tangled sheets,
Sweat and shadows cling to skin,
The haunting linger of the night,
Where nightmares crawl and slip within.

Yet dawn arrives with gentle grace,
Dispelling fears with morning’s hue,
The shadows fade, the whispers cease,
As daylight paints the sky anew.