Sinister Hights Poem by Magod Scroef

On Sinister Heights, where shadows loom,
A chilling tale begins to bloom;
A haunted place, where darkness thrives,
And evil whispers through the lives.

The moonlight dances upon the eaves,
As midnight's cloak begins to weave,
Through cobwebbed halls, and creaking floors,
A sense of danger, fear, and more.

Beware the shadows, lurking near,
As chilling whispers reach your ear,
Their twisted laughter fills the air,
A haunting melody of despair.

Within these walls, secrets reside,
From ancient tales, the truth they hide,
The sins committed here, unbound,
Echoing screams, a haunting sound.

The spectres roam, their souls unrest,
Bound to this place, forever blessed,
Lost souls seeking redemption's light,
Trapped in torment, eternal night.

But amongst the darkness, hope remains,
A flicker of light, where evil wanes,
From haunted halls, brave hearts shall rise,
To banish evil, where darkness lies.

With courage as bright as the morning sun,
They'll face the darkness, one by one,
With sacrifice and love as their might,
They'll conquer Sinister Heights, in the night.