Whisper in The Dark

In shadowed halls where silence strains the ear,
A chilling breath awakens dormant dread.
The moon’s pale light, a ghostly smear,
 Illuminates the path where phantoms tread.

 The floorboards creak with voices long since hushed,
And echoes of the past disturb the night.
Each corner hides a secret, dark and crushed,
Where eyes unseen observe with eerie light.

 A mirror cracks, revealing faces lost,
Their hollow eyes reflecting endless woe.
A chill descends, a spectral, freezing frost,
As whispers weave a tale of long ago.

 Beware the night where shadows start to creep,
For in their depths, the darkest terrors sleep.