In the quiet of night, where shadows play,
Fear steps forward, in a somber ballet.
It moves with grace, a dancer in the dark,
Whispering doubts, igniting a spark.

Courage stands silent, a poised silhouette,
Eyes fixed on fear, their destinies set.
The music swells, a haunting refrain,
Two souls entwined, in pleasure and pain.

Fear’s touch is cold, a shiver, a quake,
A trembling heart, a soul that might break.
It spins through the air, with whispers so slight,
A...