In the silence of the midnight hour,
Shadows dance with a haunting grace,
Whispers echo from the darkest tower,
Demons hide within this eerie place.

Their eyes are flames, a burning sight,
Cloaked in secrets, they silently creep,
Through the veil of the endless night,
In dreams they wander, where shadows weep.

Bound by chains of ancient lore,
They linger in the depths of fear,
In every creak of the old wood floor,
A reminder that they are near.

Yet in the dawn’s first gentle light,
The demons fade, like mist they part,
Leaving whispers of their spectral flight,
A haunting echo in the heart.