In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Shadows dance with ghostly power.
Whispers echo through the darkened hall,
Demons rise as night begins to fall.
Eyes that gleam with malevolent fire,
Feeding on forgotten fears and dire.
Silent footsteps on the creaking floor,
Echoes of torment, forevermore.
The air grows thick with dread and woe,
As ancient secrets begin to flow.
Bound in chains of sorrow and pain,
Demons’ whispers drive one insane.
Yet in the heart of darkest night,
Lies a spark of eternal light.
Face the shadows, stand and fight,
For dawn will break, banishing the fright.