Darknest hour

In the depths of night, where shadows creep, Where fear winds it's tendrils, secrets to keep, There lies a darkness, unknown untamed, horror's symphony, where souls are maimed. 

Whispers of terror, echoing unseen, A macabre dance, played on a ghastly screen, in a abyss, where nightmares reside, Darkness and horror, forever entwined. 

Eyes wide shut, hearts racing in despair, as moonlight's glow succumbs to blackened air, A symphony of dread, composed by the night, Where demons roam freely, with wicked delight.

Each gasping breath, a shiver down the spine,  As nightmares become real, upon this twisted shrine, The scent lingers, in the ominous breeze, While the darkness revels, beneath the mournful trees.

Through shadowed corridors, spirits yearn, Their haunting whispers, a chilling concern, In this realm of terror, where nightmares unfurl, The unseen forces of darkness, deeply swirl. 

Jay