In the heart where shadows dwell,Whispers of evil softly speak,A dance of light and ominous swell,The soul grows weary, frail, and weak.

Beneath the moon’s haunting glow,The cloak of night enfolds the land,Chilling winds of whispers blow,Darkness takes its silent stand.

The stars above, they seem to weep,For innocence lost to the night,In dreams where evil softly creeps,And shadows hide from morning light.

Yet hope, a flicker, still remains,In hearts that dare to stand and fight,Against the whispers’ dark refrains,To bring forth dawn from endless night.