"Whispers in the Shadows"
In the still of night, when all seems calm,
A chilling breeze carries a hidden psalm,
From ancient woods, where moonlight weeps,
Dark secrets wake from their restless sleeps.
The shadows stretch with fingers thin,
Their whispers crawl beneath the skin,
A creaking door, a whispered name,
An unseen force begins its game.
Footsteps echo, but no one's there,...
A chilling breeze carries a hidden psalm,
From ancient woods, where moonlight weeps,
Dark secrets wake from their restless sleeps.
The shadows stretch with fingers thin,
Their whispers crawl beneath the skin,
A creaking door, a whispered name,
An unseen force begins its game.
Footsteps echo, but no one's there,...