In the silent veil of night,
Where shadows dare to roam,
Dance the demons in delight,
Beneath the moonlit dome.

Whispers echo through the trees,
As darkness weaves its spell,
Stirring with an eerie breeze,
In the forest’s secret well.

Eyes aglow with ancient fire,
They twirl in spectral grace,
Fueled by untold desire,
In their hidden, haunted space.

Yet as dawn begins to break,
The demons fade away,
Leaving echoes in their wake,
Till night reclaims its sway.