Eternal Echoes in the Twilight Chapel

In twilight's grip, where echoes mourn,

A chapel stands, in shadows worn.

Stained glass whispers tales untold,

Where horror's grasp and fear take hold.

Within these walls, a scene of dread,

A soul's descent as darkness spreads.

Crimson stains on sacred ground,

Whispers weave a haunting sound.

A cloaked figure, sin's dark guise,

Commits a deed as silence cries.

With blade in hand, the air grows chill,

As silence shrieks, a soul stands still.

The altar weeps, the pews recoil,

Evil's touch, a fatal coil.

No hymn can soothe this cursed night,

In sanctum shrouded, blight takes flight.

Echoes fade, the candles dim,

Dread remains, a lingering hymn.

For in this chapel, shadows creep,

And specters of murder forever sleep.