Beneath the moon’s pale and watchful eye,
The monsters stir, with a silent sigh.
In shadows deep, they weave their tales,
In midnight’s grasp, where light often fails.

Their whispers echo through the chilling breeze,
In the rustle of leaves, in the creak of trees.
Eyes glinting like stars, fierce and bright,
Yet hidden they stay, veiled in the night.

With claws and fangs, a fearsome sight,
Yet in their hearts, a quiet plight.
Misunderstood, in the dark they roam,
Seeking solace, searching for home.

And as dawn breaks, they fade away,
With the promise of returning, at the end of day.
For in the dark, where shadows blend,
The monsters wait, our secret friends.