Beneath ashen skies, where secrets abide,
Clouds over the sun, a world to hide.
Whispers beckon, from the depths they call,
In eerie gloom, shadows enthrall.
Daylight fades, consumed by the gray,
A haunting dance, specters at play.
Frozen touch, a chill in the air,
Nightmares awaken, in despair.
Beware the mist, a cursed terrain,
Where truth and light slowly wane.
Whispers wail, echoes of dread,
Clouds over the sun, darkness spreads.
Through the veil, a figure emerges,
Silent steps, a presence converges.
Eyes gleaming, piercing through the haze,
A harbinger of gloom, in spectral ways.