A blanket of dark has covered the night,
Streets asunder with traces of light,
Fog lamps in halos have shadows cast
Spotlights for specters that speak of the past.
Winds of silence, blow past the street,
Voices that whisper matters discrete.
The calm is now broken, of the night supreme
Fear into the hearts, blares an eerie scream.
Pulses now race, eyelids now balk,
Ears lie await for winds that talk.
Footsteps are heard, death walks here,
Spines tremble in morbid fear.
The tempo now rises, hearts skip beats,
The wave has passed, away from the streets,
Maleficent spirits will walk once more,
Paths then awash with phantasmic gore.
