In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Whispers echo through the hollow halls,
Where shadows dance with unseen power,
And fear upon the dreamer falls.

The moon casts its pale, ghostly glow,
Over landscapes twisted and surreal,
In nightmares where the lost souls go,
Their haunting cries, too real to conceal.

Through corridors of endless dread,
The heart beats in frantic, wild despair,
As visions of the unknown spread,
And grip the soul in a chilling snare.

Yet as the dawn begins to rise,
The nightmares slowly fade away,
Leaving only the silent cries,
Of dreams that vanished with the day.