In the shadow’s grasp where silence reigns,
A flicker of malice in the heart remains.
The night whispers secrets, dark and deep,
Awakening shadows from their endless sleep.

Beneath the moon’s cold, indifferent gaze,
Lies a world wrapped in a sinister haze.
The creeping tendrils of fear entwine,
Binding the soul in chains unkind.

Evil dances in the flicker of flame,
A masquerade of shadows without a name.
In the heart’s hidden corridors it finds,
A place where darkness freely binds.

Yet in the stillness, a light may break,
A whisper of hope for the soul’s sake.
For even in darkness, a dawn must rise,
Chasing the shadows from tear-filled eyes.