In the quiet corners where shadows breathe,
Lurk the whispers of demons, unseen,
They dance in the moonlight, beneath the eaves,
Painting nightmares in a world serene.
Their voices echo in the silent night,
A symphony of fears, a haunting song,
They weave through dreams with a ghostly might,
Turning moments of peace into long.
Eyes of fire, hearts of ice,
They tread softly, leaving scars,
In the realm where darkness lies,
They are the rulers, the silent czars.
Yet in the morning, they fade away,
Shadows retreat with the break of day,
Leaving behind a lingering sway,
Of fears unseen, where demons play.