In the silent murmur of the night,
Where shadows dance with eerie light,
Monsters crawl from hidden lairs,
Whispering secrets, voicing their despairs.

Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly glow,
Their mournful howls begin to grow,
Eyes gleaming with a sorrowed past,
Haunted by memories that forever last.

The forest whispers tales untold,
Of creatures brave, yet hearts so cold,
In darkness, they find solace deep,
For in the light, their souls do weep.

So listen close, as night descends,
To the lament of our monstrous friends,
For in their tales, you’ll find a truth,
That monsters, too, were once like you.