In the quiet of the night, shadows start to grow,
Whispers of fear, in the dark, begin to flow.
Heartbeats quicken, breaths become shallow,
In the stillness, courage feels so hollow.

Eyes dart around, seeking the source,
Of the unseen terror, with relentless force.
Mind plays tricks, creating what’s not there,
Feeding on the dread, consuming the air.

The cold creeps in, a chill down the spine,
A reminder that fear, is not benign.
It clings and grips, refusing to part,
Planting seeds of doubt, deep in the heart.

But dawn will come, and shadows will fade,
The whispers of fear, in light, will be laid.
For in every soul, a strength does reside,
To conquer the darkness, with courage as guide.