In the dead of night, where silence reigns supreme,
Whispers of shadows dance in the moon’s cold gleam.
A chill that creeps, unseen but felt within,
The essence of evil, cloaked in darkness, begins.

It slithers through the cracks of a fractured mind,
Leaving trails of fear, a presence unkind.
In dreams it lurks, a phantom of despair,
Feeding on the soul, leaving nothing but air.

The heart beats wild, a drum of anxious dread,
As evil’s tendrils wrap around, a web spread.
Eyes search the void for a glimmer of light,
But shadows engulf, swallowing hope in the night.

Yet in this dance of dark and light’s embrace,
Courage ignites, a fire none can erase.
For within the heart, a spark of pure might,
Defies the evil, and battles through the night.