The Murmurs of Midnight

In the still of night,

When the moon is full and bright,

Horror awakens.

It creeps from the depths,

Of the darkest, foulest depths,

A monster unleashed.

Its eyes gleam like fire,

Its breath a putrid desire,

A nightmare come true.

The trees rustle in fear,

As the horror draws near,

Its claws scraping the ground.

Silent screams echo,

Shadows dance in the moonlight,

Horror lurks within.

A chill runs down your spine,

As you feel its presence divine,

And your heart pounds with fear.

But you stand your ground,

For you know the horror will be bound,

By the light of the morning sun.

So you wait, and you pray,

As the horror fades away,

Leaving you with a tale to tell.

Of the horror that came,

On that night, without shame,

And the bravery that prevailed.