Nightmare

In the realm of shadows, where darkness reigns supreme, A nightmare unfolds, like a twisted, haunting dream. A chilling wind whispers through the barren trees, As eerie silence settles, bringing unease.

In the depths of the night, where fear takes flight, Visions of terror dance in the pale moonlight. Ghastly figures lurk in every shadowy corner, Their malevolent gaze a chilling mourner.

Echoes of anguish pierce the stillness of the air, As unseen horrors lurk, with a sinister glare. A sense of dread grips the soul with icy fingers, As nightmares unfurl, like twisted, macabre triggers.

In the heart of the nightmare, there's no escape, Only darkness and despair, in its relentless shape. Terror grips the mind, in a vice-like hold, As the nightmare's tale unfolds, dark and cold.