The Haunting Melody Of Midnight Madness Poem by Harshini Priyaa

In the depths of the night, when the moon is full,
And the trees bend and sway with a mournful pull,
The shadows grow long, and the air turns cold,
And the creatures of darkness begin to unfold.

From the corners of the earth they emerge,
The monsters of legend, the creatures of surge,
The werewolves, the vampires, the demons of old,
And the witches and warlocks with powers untold.

Their eyes gleam red in the pale moonlight,
And their teeth glisten sharp, ready to bite,
Their howls pierce the silence, their claws tear the ground,
And their laughter echoes, an eerie sound.

They dance in a circle, with a flicker of flame,
And the air is thick with the stench of their game,
The blood of the innocent, the souls of the pure,
Sacrificed to their master, the prince of the obscure.

And as they revel in their gruesome delight,
The world outside trembles in fright,
For the veil between worlds grows ever thin,
And the fantasy horror, becomes reality within.