In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Where the moon hides behind veils of clouds,
Demons stir in their shadowy glower,
Whispering secrets in voices loud.

Their eyes like embers in the dark,
Flicker with tales of forgotten fears,
In every glance, they leave a mark,
Carving stories through our tears.

They dance on the edge of dreams unspoken,
In the realm where reality fades,
Their laughter a melody, haunting, broken,
Echoing through the twilight shades.

Yet in their chaos, a strange beauty lies,
A reflection of our hidden desires,
Demons, a mirror to our own disguise,
Fanning the flames of inner fires.