Whispers in the Abyss: A Descent into Darkness

In the depths of darkness, where the moon's glow fades,

An unseen power, untamed and wild, Whispers softly in the abyss, beguiled. Its presence, mysterious and unknown, A force that lingers, yet never shown.

Behold, the wrath of the dead, a wail so chilling, A poltergeist, malevolent and deep, fulfilling.

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In the stifling black, silently scream, A phantom's howl, freezing marrow's dream.

Through walls it glides, spectrally, A tale of horror it weaves.

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With unseen claws, it clutches tight, Ensnaring the damned in its relentless grip.

Amidst the chaos, a dance of twists and turns,

Through gasps of fright and swirling dread,

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With thunderous force, objects fly and doors slam, Terror chokes the air, a haunting exam.

A figure, shrouded in shadows deep, A curse, awakened from its sleep,

A specter, eerie, in a realm of haunting, Its presence, ethereal, forever daunting.

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Beware, oh night, with shadows untold, In your depths, secrets unfold. A realm of darkness, mysterious and deep, Where secrets and whispers silently creep. Oh, night, with your endless array, Beware, for your shadows hold sway.

A lurking presence, patiently awaiting, In that chilling instant, its power unveiling.

Through spectral lullabies, its harrowing cry, Behold the poltergeist, death incarnate nigh.