In the depths where shadows dwell,
A voice whispers tales untold,
Carved in silence, secrets swell,
In the heart of night, dark and bold.

The moon hides behind a shroud,
Casting fears upon the land,
In the silence, echoes loud,
Evil’s touch, a cold, dark hand.

Stars weep in the midnight sky,
Their tears fall on barren ground,
Yet the darkness will not die,
In its grip, all are bound.

Hope flickers, a fragile flame,
Against the night’s cruel embrace,
Yet within each soul’s own name,
Lies the strength to face the chase.