In the quiet of the night, shadows creep,
Whispering tales that haunt my sleep,
Their cold embrace, an icy chill,
A silent dread that time can’t still.

Eyes wide open, heartbeats race,
The unseen terror I must face,
In corners dark, where light won’t tread,
Fear’s cold fingers grasp my head.

A breath held tight, a silent scream,
Lost in the labyrinth of a nightmare’s dream,
Faces loom and voices call,
In the grip of fear, I feel so small.

Yet through the darkness, dawn does break,
A light of hope that fear can’t shake,
For in the heart’s most shadowed place,
Courage blooms, and fear must face.