Underneath the cloak of night's embrace,
Whispers travel through the empty space.
Footsteps echo in the hollow streets,
A tale of the unknown, in the shadows, repeats.
A chill in the air, a shiver down the spine,
A sense of something ancient, undefined.
The night holds its breath, in suspense it waits,
For the creature to emerge, from the hidden gates.
Creature of the night, with secrets untold,
Moving in the shadows, bold and cold.
Mysteries unfold in its silent flight,
A ghostly wanderer in the moon's pale light.
In the whispering woods, where light dares not tread,
Lies a path where many fear to thread.
Eyes watching from the dark, unseen,
A guardian of the threshold, serene.
The rustle of leaves, the breaking of silence,
An aura of mystery, dense and intense.
A fleeting glimpse of a figure so slight,
Veiled by the darkness, it eludes the sight.
Creature of the night, with secrets untold,
Moving in the shadows, bold and cold.
Mysteries unfold in its silent flight,
A ghostly wanderer in the moon's pale light.
Through the mist it moves, with elegance,
A specter from the past, without a glance.
In its wake, the air turns cold,
A story of the night, forever unt
Creature of the night, with secrets untold,
Moving in the shadows, bold and cold.
Mysteries unfold in its silent flight,
A ghostly wanderer in the moon's pale light.