Whispers in the Dark

In the dead of night, when shadows creep,

And silence reigns, as the world's asleep,

Beneath the moon's pale, eerie mark,

Awakens the realm of the haunting dark.

Invisible fingers brush your skin,

As a sinister presence lurks within,

The room grows cold, your heart beats fast,

A spectral voice from the past is cast.

Whispers in the dark, a ghostly plea,

Echoes of torment, longing to be free,

A ghastly figure, eyes like coal,

Its mournful wail chills your very soul.

You try to flee, but your feet won't budge,

Trapped in a nightmare, an endless grudge,

The walls close in, and shadows swell,

In this macabre dance with forces from hell.

A spectral hand clutches your throat,

As you gasp for air, in terror remote,

The realm of spirits, a place unknown,

In this ghostly realm, you're not alone.

For in the depths of the haunting night,

Lies a world where fear takes its flight,

Where phantoms roam and specters hark,

Beware the whispers in the dark.

So when twilight falls and the moon ascends,

And your courage wanes as the night extends,

Remember this verse, this caution stark,

Beware the whispers in the dark.