In the depths where whispers curl,
Night unfurls, a silent swirl,
A shroud that wraps the weary soul,
And beckons forth a heavy toll.

Darkness, like a specter's dance,
Invites us in with twisted chance,
A velvet cloak of blurred delight,
Obscures the path, eclipses light.

It swallows hopes in deep despair,
Devours dreams with ravenous care,
Each thought, a flicker, dimmed by fear,
As shadows creep and...