Dark Nights

The night is dark, the moon is low,

A whisper of wind begins to blow,

The leaves rustle, the trees sway,

A hint of danger begins to play.

Footsteps echo on the street,

A sound so eerie, it's hard to beat,

A shadow creeps, into the alleyway,

A chill runs down, the spine to fray.

In the distance, a faint light,

A beacon of hope, to fight the fright,

But darkness looms, like a cloak,

A mystery, a thrill, a fearsome stroke.

The heart races, the pulse quickens,

A fear that's born, in the darkest thickets,

A hand reaches out, from the dark,

The touch so cold, it leaves a mark.

The breath hitches, the body shivers,

A presence so close, it quivers,

A voice whispers, a sinister tune,

A warning of doom, a curse to soon.

The mind races, to find an escape,

To flee from the fear, and the shape,

But the night's embrace, it holds on tight,

A game of cat and mouse, until daylight.

For in the darkness, the thrill resides,

A rush of adrenaline, a heart that glides,

A fear that's born, but also a spark,

A tale of suspense, a thriller's mark.