Whispers Of The Midnight Pen Poem by Alexander Romanov

In shadows deep, where darkness resides,
A poet delves where light subsides.
Words cloak the heart in somber attire,
Unveiling tales that stoke the fire.

Through twisted corridors of despair,
The poet wanders, burdened with care.
Ink spills like blood, a macabre dance,
Unveiling secrets in eerie trance.

The moon, a specter, casts ghostly light,
Revealing horrors that haunt the night.
Verses whispered, laced with dread,
Echoing the fears within each thread.

In the depths of souls, darkness breeds,
Where pain and anguish plant their seeds.
The poet's pen, a vessel of despair,
Channels anguish, like venom in the air.

From graveyard whispers to tortured cries,
Each line a glimpse into bleak skies.
Ghosts and demons find solace in verse,
Their stories told, a chilling curse.

In the heart's abyss, sorrow resides,
Where poems bloom, like thorns that rise.
For in darkness, the poet finds release,
Through words, embracing inner peace.

So let the shadows weave their tale,
As darkness and poetry intertwine without fail.
For in the depths, beauty may be found,
A glimpse of light, where darkness is crowned.