In the silence of the midnight hour,
Shadows dance with morbid power.
Whispers crawl beneath my skin,
Where reality ends and fears begin.

The moonlight fades, a fleeting spark,
As phantoms rise from the deep and stark.
Their icy breath upon my neck,
A haunting touch, a chilling peck.

Eyes wide open, I’m paralyzed,
Lost in dreams where terror lies.
A labyrinth of endless fright,
Trapped within the folds of night.

Dawn breaks, the shadows flee,
Yet their grip still clings to me.
I wake, but cannot shake their hold,
Nightmares’ tales remain untold.