In the silence where whispers crawl,
Darkened corners hold their sway,
Shadows dance upon the wall,
As dreams of dread come out to play.

The moon, a watchful guardian high,
Casts its silver gaze below,
Through the veil of a midnight sky,
Where restless spirits ebb and flow.

In the labyrinth of the mind,
Phantoms weave their chilling tales,
Haunting thoughts that twine and bind,
As courage falters and resolve pales.

Yet in the darkness, a flicker glows,
A beacon of hope in the endless night,
For dawn will break, and all shall know,
Nightmares fade with the morning light.