The shadows move, the whispers hiss
Something wicked lurks in the abyss
A presence felt, but not seen
A terror that makes the bravest scream
The air is thick with an eerie chill
As if death itself has come to kill
Footsteps echo, but no one's there
A sense of dread, beyond compare
The old house creaks and groans
As if it's alive with ghostly moans
The windows rattle, the doors shake
A warning of something evil awake
In the darkness, eyes gleam bright
A creature of the night takes flight
Its fangs glisten, its claws sharp as knives
A monster that thrives on human lives
The moon hides behind a veil of clouds
As screams pierce through the night like shrouds
The horror, the terror, it's all too real
A nightmare that no one can repeal
So beware, dear friends, of what you seek
For in the darkness, evil likes to sneak
And once it has you in its grasp
There may be no escape from its deadly clasp.
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A vivid depiction of nightmare in darkness embellished with superb imagery. Well crafted write.