Specters At Dusk

 

Specters dance upon the edge of night,

Madness swirls within the fading light.

Echoes cry from depths of silent fear,

Truths forgotten, lost to days unclear.

 

In the chaos, do you find your peace,

Or does the clamor never cease?

For in this show, we seek the pain,

Are you not entertained again?

 

Shadowed whispers drift through empty streets,

Where the hollow soul's desolation meets.

Yet, in the end, what do we perceive,

But shadows of ourselves, which we believe.