In the depths where whispers crawl,
Lies the heart of shadows’ call.
A veil of night, a cloak unseen,
Where evil weaves its wicked scheme.

The dance of darkness, silent, sly,
With every step, the truth denied.
A serpent’s grin, a chilling breeze,
That binds the soul, refusing ease.

In the mirror’s gaze, a twisted face,
Reflects the void, an endless space.
The eyes that burn with secret fire,
Fuel the flames of dark desire.

Yet hope, a glimmer faint and rare,
Pierces through the stifling air.
For light and love, though shadows vie,
Will rise again to claim the sky.