In shadows deep, where echoes wail,
A somber tale, a twisted trail.
Beneath the moon's cold, ghostly light,
Lies a realm veiled in endless night.
Whispers crawl on wings of sorrow,
Through haunted woods, a bleak tomorrow.
The stars above, they weep and sigh,
As darkness weaves its mournful sky.
A dance of shadows, macabre and slow,
Where secrets lurk and nightmares grow.
The moon, a witness to the silent cries,
Of broken souls with vacant eyes.
In midnight's shroud, a chilling embrace,
The world adorned in a spectral lace.
Ghosts of memories, hauntingly clear,
Draped in the cloak of a fading fear.
The air is heavy with a sense of doom,
As flowers wither in a spectral gloom.
A tapestry woven with threads of despair,
In this realm where darkness and silence pair.
Yet, amidst the shadows, a beauty concealed,
A poignant allure, a mystery revealed.
For in the depths where nightmares breed,
A haunting kind of solace, a peculiar need.
So let the verses linger, in this darker shade,
A symphony of shadows, in whispers laid.