Terror

In shadows deep where silence reigns,

A presence stirs, unseen, untamed.

Its whispers chill the midnight air,

Echoes of despair and ancient lair.

Through moonlit halls where echoes creep,

The walls recount their tales of sleep.

A figure cloaked in spectral haze,

Haunts the maze of endless days.

Beware the eyes that pierce the dark,

A phantom's grip, a soul to mark.

In dreams it weaves its web of fright,

A dance of dread in pale moonlight.

For in this realm where fear takes flight,

The horror binds with spectral might.

And as the clock chimes eerie toll,