In the quiet depths of night
lies the realm of silent breaths,
where darkness roams yet light remains,
where life descends, where death remains.

Fear, shrouded in its subtle form,
whispers upon mortal skin,
with icy fingers outstretched wide,
embracing all in its chilling tide.

A cloak of shadows, draped with grace,
veiling secrets, concealing fate,
whilst time's hand ticks in steady beat,
drawing closer, nearing retreat.

The fragile dance of...