In twilight's hush, where darkness reigns
A figure stirs, with wicked pains
Eyes aglow, like lanterns bright
Watching, waiting, through the endless night
In abandoned halls, where shadows play
The wind whispers secrets, night by day
A chill creeps in, like icy breath
As darkness stirs, and evil's depth
A door creaks open, with eerie sigh
Revealing terrors, that make hearts die
The figure steps, with stealthy pace
Into the night, where horrors await their place
In moonlit gardens, where graves lie still
The shadows dance, with wicked will
Their whispers weave, a haunting spell
As darkness claims, the hearts that dwell
The figure's eyes, burn brighter still
As evil's power, begins to fulfill
A wicked purpose, born of darkest night
A horror beyond, all mortal sight
The shadows deepen, the darkness grows
As terror reigns, and all hope goes
The figure's laughter, echoes through the night
As horrors unfold, in all their frightful light
And when the dawn, breaks through the gloom
The shadows flee, the darkness loses its bloom
But the figure remains, in secret place
Waiting, watching, for its next victim's face.