In the dance of shadows, a chilling silence takes hold. "Beware the darkness," moans the north wind.
In the moonlight, a pale face rises, With crimson eyes, a dancing banshee. The cold intensifies, the fear grows stronger, a chill hits you a scream that the wind simply swallows. The door creaks, the floorboards groan, Is anyone there, the question lingers.
The candles go out, and the room is swallowed by darkness. A silent nudge, "You are not alone," a small tap, Your heart pounds, panic grips you, stifled cry a laughing shadow.
In the moonlight, a pale face rises, With crimson eyes, a dancing banshee. The cold intensifies, the fear grows stronger, a chill hits you a scream that the wind simply swallows. The door creaks, the floorboards groan, Is anyone there, the question lingers.
The candles go out, and the room is swallowed by darkness. A silent nudge, "You are not alone," a small tap, Your heart pounds, panic grips you, stifled cry a laughing shadow.