In the abyss where light dare not tread,
Lies the whispers of evil, cold and dead.
Shadows dance with a sinister grace,
Wearing malice as their dark embrace.

Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly glow,
Wicked secrets begin to grow.
Hearts corrupted by the unseen hand,
Spread darkness across the land.

A chilling wind through the forest weaves,
As innocence in silence grieves.
The evil lurks in every corner,
A grim reminder, a silent mourner.

Yet in the heart of this despair,
Hope flickers with a gentle care.
For even in the darkest night,
The dawn will bring the cleansing light.