In the silence of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance and spirits cower,
Whispers of demons fill the air,
Their presence felt, their eyes a glare.

They linger in the darkest shade,
In fears and doubts, their game is played,
A chilling touch upon the skin,
The battle rages deep within.

Through haunted dreams and sleepless nights,
They weave their tales, obscure the lights,
Yet in the heart, a spark remains,
A promise that the light regains.

For in the dawn, the demons fade,
Their shadows lost in sunlight’s blade,
And though they haunt, they cannot stay,
The soul finds strength to chase them away.