Whispers of the haunting hours
Whispers of the haunting hours
In shadows deep, where whispers creep,
A haunting tale begins to seep.
Moonlight wanes, a ghostly trance,
As specters dance in macabre advance.
Silent screams in the dead of night,
Echo through the pale moonlight.
Ghouls emerge from the crypt's embrace,
A chilling symphony in spectral grace.
Creaking floorboards, a spectral tread,
Footsteps echo from the realm of the dead.
Ethereal figures, draped in despair,
Wander the halls with a ghostly stare.
Beware the shadows that writhe and writ,
A malevolent force, a nocturnal fit.
Darkness devours, the cold winds moan,
As the haunted whispers claim their own.
The clock ticks on in a timeless dirge,
Through corridors of a ghostly surge.
In the heart of fear, where nightmares breed,
A haunting presence takes its heed.
Close your eyes, but don't dare sleep,
For in the night, the shadows weep.
A tapestry of terror, woven unseen,
In the haunting hours, where nightmares convene.