In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance and spirits cower,
Silent whispers weave their tale,
Of demons hidden beyond the veil.

A flicker of light, a shiver of fear,
Echoes of laughter that no one can hear,
In the corners where the shadows play,
Demons emerge in the twilight’s gray.

The moon casts its silver glow,
On secrets hidden deep below,
In the heart of darkness, they abide,
Demons waiting, biding their time.

Yet in this dance of fear and fright,
A glimmer of courage ignites the night,
For within the shadows, strength is found,
To face the demons that haunt the ground.