Night Whispers

The night is still, the moon is full and bright,
Yet darkness seems to shroud my very soul,
For in my mind there lingers sush a fright,
A fear that makes my blood run icy cold.

A specter haunts my dreams, it whispers low,
Its voice a rasp, a sound that chills the bone,
Its eyes a glow, an eerie, baleful glow,
It seems to know my thoughts, my fears, my moans.

It creeps up close, its shadow long and dark,
Its presence fills my heart with dread and woe,
I feel a touch, a chill, a sudden spark,
And then it's gone, it fades, it's lost below.

But in my mind it lingers, like a curse,
This fear that grips me, makes my heart reverse.
The night is still, yet it takes it's toll,
And darkness seems to shroud my very soul,