In the heart where shadows thicken,
Lies a whisper, dark and sly,
Bound by chains of silence broken,
Evil’s gaze, a silent cry.

Through the night, its tendrils creeping,
Winds of malice softly blow,
In the silence, secrets keeping,
Wickedness begins to grow.

Beneath the stars, its presence lingers,
Touching souls with icy breath,
Grasping dreams with spectral fingers,
Weaving tales of life and death.

Yet in the dawn, the light is waking,
Chasing shadows from their lair,
But in the heart, the dark is waiting,
For the night to once again declare.