The moon hung low like a watching eye,
Black clouds crawling across the sky.
A whisper slipped through the frozen trees,
Cold as death on the midnight breeze.
But through the fear, your hand found mine,
A tiny warmth in the dead of night.
Your heartbeat softened every scream,
Like candlelight in a shattered dream.
The floorboards groaned beneath unseen feet,
Soft little echoes down the street.
A shadow stood by the bedroom door,
Tall and silent upon the floor.
Its smile stretched wide, too wide to be real,
With empty eyes and skin like steel.
Yet you pulled me close when the darkness came,
And suddenly fear was not the same.
Now every night when shadows creep,
And something whispers while we sleep,
I hold your hand through every spark—
A little bit of love inside the dark.