In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Whispers creep like shadows on the wall,
Fear breathes softly, a cold, chilling power,
Echoes of silence in the nightfall.
The heart quickens with every creak,
Eyes wide open, searching the dark,
Shadows dance, and the mind grows weak,
As fear ignites its haunting spark.
A shiver runs down the spine so cold,
The unknown lurks beyond the light,
Stories untold and secrets unfold,
In the depths of the endless night.
Yet courage rises with the morning sun,
As fear retreats, its shadows fade,
For every night must be undone,
By the dawn’s warm, embracing shade.