In shadows deep where silence reigns,
A presence stirs, unseen, untamed.
Its whispers chill the midnight air,
Echoes of despair and ancient lair.
Through moonlit halls where echoes creep,
The walls recount their tales of sleep.
A figure cloaked in spectral haze,
Haunts the maze of endless days.
Beware the eyes that pierce the dark,
A phantom's grip, a soul to mark.
In dreams it weaves its web of fright,
A dance of dread in pale moonlight.
For in this realm where fear takes flight,
The horror binds with spectral might.
And as the clock chimes eerie toll,
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