In The Twilight Zone Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Shadows stretch where time dissolves,
whispers slip between the cracks.
Footsteps echo, yet no one walks,
a door stands open to nowhere.

The air hums with something unseen,
a presence felt but never named.
Shapes shift in the corner of vision,
gone when you dare to stare.

Voices call in familiar tones,
but the words are twisted echoes.
Memories drift like mist on glass,
half-formed, half-lost, half-real.

Here, the stars forget to shine,
the moon is a stranger,
and the road ahead
leads everywhere-
and nowhere at all.