In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Monsters gather in the whispered breeze,
Their shadows dance beneath the moon’s soft power,
Stirring secrets in the rustling trees.

From the depths of ancient lore they rise,
With eyes like embers flickering bright,
Silhouettes that blend with darkened skies,
Guardians of the mysteries of the night.

Their whispers echo through the silent halls,
A symphony of unseen fears and dreams,
In the heart’s chamber where the shadow falls,
They weave tales in the silver moonbeams.

Yet in their haunting, there’s a gentle grace,
Monsters that cradle the night’s gentle sigh,
In their fierce gaze, a tender embrace,
A reminder of the wonders that never die.