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.