Beware the night, so dark, so dark.

Beneath the moon's obscured embrace,
In the depths of night, a shadowed place,
Where darkness weaves its sinister art,
A chilling tale, a fearful heart.

The wind's lament, a mournful cry,
Through twisted trees, where phantoms lie,
Eerie whispers in the dead of night,
Haunting echoes, a ghostly sight.

In the graveyard's hush, the tombstones leer,
As restless spirits draw near,
With hollow eyes and ghostly moans,
They claim the night as their dark thrones.

A spectral figure, a shape unknown,
Invisible hands that chill to the bone,
A sense of dread, a lurking fear,
In this macabre world, we persevere.

In the darkest corners, secrets hide,
Where malevolent forces coincide,
In this realm of shadows stark,
Beware the night, so dark, so dark.