January The year begins, a bitter sting, Of frost on pane, and winter's sting. The sun a distant, fading gleam, A soul-deep cold, a chilling dream.
February Grey skies weep, a constant rain, Washing away all hope and gain. Love's a myth, a fleeting fire, Leaving ashes, cold desire.
March The wind howls fierce, a mournful sound, Baring the earth, all life unbound. Winter's grip, it won't release, A weary soul finds no release.
April Spring arrives, a cruel deceit, Promises bloom, a bitter defeat. Flowers may bloom, but joy is dead, A hollow echo, dreams long fled.
May The air is sweet, but life's a blight, A constant ache, both day and night. The world moves on, oblivious, While I remain, in endless abyss.
June The longest days, the longest nights, Filled with despair, and endless fights. With shadows deep, and memories grim, I drown in sorrow, limb by limb.
July The sun beats down, a fiery kiss, Scorching the earth, a burning bliss. But joy's a mirage, a fleeting haze, Leaving behind, a soul ablaze.
August The heat descends, a heavy shroud, Suffocating dreams, within the crowd. A weary heart, a withered vine, Yearning for solace, a sign.
September The leaves begin to softly fall, A gentle warning, a mournful call. Of time's swift passage, and life's decay, Another year fades, slips away.
October The air grows crisp, a chilling bite, A harbinger of coming night. Of spirits restless, and ghosts that roam, Reflecting echoes of a life unknown.
November The wind howls strong, a mournful plea, For solace lost, and what might be. The days grow short, the shadows long, A haunting melody, a mournful song.
December The year draws near, a final sigh, Another year, beneath the sky. No joy remains, no festive cheer, Just emptiness, and endless fear.
The moon hangs heavy, a skull in the sky, Casting long, skeletal shadows that sigh. A lone owl calls, a mournful refrain, As mist creeps in, a chilling rain.
The wind whispers secrets, of things unseen, Of eyes that gleam, and souls that convene. A rustle of leaves, a sudden, cold breeze, Whispers of dangers, hidden with ease.
Gargoyles leer down, from rooftops so high, Watching the shadows, as they silently fly. A creature unseen, with claws sharp and keen, Stalks through the darkness, a predator unseen.
The streetlamps flicker, a ghostly, pale light, Illuminating horrors, in the dead of the night. Forgotten souls wander, restless and grim, Seeking solace, in the shadows that swim.
So lock your doors tight, and pray that you're strong, For the night brings shadows, where evil belongs. And whispers of danger, on the chilling night air, A symphony of terror, beyond all compare.
