In the silence of the night, shadows creep,
A darkness born from the abyss deep.
Whispers of malevolence, cold and stark,
As evil awakens in the heart of dark.

Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly glow,
Lies a realm where wicked winds blow.
In the corners where light dares not tread,
Evil lurks, feeding on dread.

The hearts of men, once pure and bright,
Now tainted by the darkest night.
Souls corrupted, lost in sin,
As the shadows slowly close in.

Yet in this darkness, a single spark,
A glimmer of hope, a tiny mark.
For even in the deepest gloom,
Light can pierce the evil’s tomb.