In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance and twist with power,
Monsters hide beneath the veil,
With eyes that gleam, and voices frail.

Their whispers echo in the night,
A symphony of hidden fright,
Their claws trace patterns in the air,
A reminder of the things we bear.

Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze,
They wait in silence, in a haze,
Monsters born of fears untold,
In restless dreams, they take their hold.

Yet in the dawn’s first gentle light,
The monsters fade into the night,
But in our hearts, their presence stays,
A shadow in the light of day.