In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Where shadows weave their tale,
A whisper echoes through the silence,
Of dreams that dare to sail.

The moon casts its silver glow,
On fears that softly creep,
Through corridors of restless minds,
Where innocence lies asleep.

Figures dance in ghostly hues,
In realms where echoes reign,
A tapestry of hidden fears,
Woven with threads of pain.

Yet, as dawn breaks the night’s embrace,
And light dissolves the fright,
Dreams retreat to shadowed corners,
Till summoned again by night.