In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Shadows dance upon the walls,
Whispers of forgotten power,
As darkness in the silence calls.
Eyes closed, yet visions clear,
Faces twisted in silent screams,
Echoes of a distant fear,
Haunting the realm of broken dreams.
The night is thick with sorrow’s breath,
A labyrinth of endless fright,
Each step a dance with silent death,
Bound within the chains of night.
Awake, the heart still races on,
Shadows fade with morning’s light,
Yet in the mind, the terror’s song,
Lingers from the dreams of night.