Ink of Nightmares: A Dance with Dread

In the dead of night, where shadows entwine,

A tale of terror, a chilling design.

Whispers of dread in the hushed silence,

Invisible horrors, a malevolent alliance.

The moon's pale glow, like a ghastly face,

Illuminates horrors that the dark can't erase.

Ghostly apparitions, their wails in the air,

In the heart of fear, they haunt without care.

In the macabre theater, where fear takes its throne,

A symphony of horror, a dread all its own.

Dear reader, as you plunge into this abyss,

Beware, for in these verses, fear's deadly kiss.

Within these lines, you'll find no escape,

For terror and thrill are this poet's shape.