Whispers in the Dark

In the shadows, something stirs, A creeping chill, a whispered curse. Through thickened fog, a figure slips unseen, Eyes burning bright, so dark and keen. The night enfolds him in its grip, A hunter, born from shadows' crypt. He glides through cracks, no sound, no trace, A wicked grin across his face. I feel the fear begin to rise, Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He’s closing in, there’s no retreat, The darkness pulls me off my feet. Footsteps silent, a ghostly call, In this night, I’ll lose it all. His fingers curl like icy chains, Each second slips, nothing remains. Closer still, his breath so near, A chilling dance with ancient fear. The air is dense, the cold takes hold, And terror seeps, both cruel and bold. No cry escapes, no will to fight, He drags me down into the night. He’s closing in, there’s no retreat, The darkness pulls me off my feet. Footsteps silent, a ghostly call, In this night, I’ll lose it all. I feel his touch, it's cold as stone, My spirit fades, I’m not my own. A prisoner now, bound to his need, Forever lost, a soul to feed. He’s closing in, there’s no retreat, The darkness pulls me off my feet. Footsteps silent, a ghostly call, In this night, I’ll lose it all. He’s closing in, there’s no retreat, The darkness pulls me off my feet. Footsteps silent, a ghostly call, In this night, I’ll lose it all. “Come to me, my little prize, The game is done, now close your eyes.”