Within the darkest spaces of night
Where silence's web is made thin and white,
A fear creeps, a chill felt within,
And living dreams take their place to join with death.


Secrets are sighed at by the subterranean,
Soft whispers breathe, like kisses a lover made;
The ache of sorrow's sighs of long ago the cause,
A phantom tune of fading life.

The moon drops low with an ethereal light,
casting silver fingers upon the floor;
in that flickering luminescence of night, shadows start to grow,
A creeping dread knocks at the door.

Eyes watch from deep in the...