In the quiet hours where shadows creep,Nightmares whisper secrets in their keep.They weave through dreams with silent grace,Leaving traces in their dark embrace.The moonlight fades to a dim eclipse,As fear takes hold with icy grips.Voices echo in the starless night,Turning whispers into flights of fright.In the labyrinth of restless sleep,Haunting visions begin to seep.Like ghosts that dance on fragile strings,The heart trembles as the nightbird sings.Yet as dawn breaks with gentle might,Darkness bows to the morning light.Nightmares fade with the rising sun,Their whispers silenced, their hold undone.