Dark Whisperer

When the moon’s pale eye peers through the shroud,

And shadows stir where none are allowed,

Beware the glimmer in waters deep,

Where secrets dance and nightmares creep.

The veil is thin when the twilight falls,

A voice unheard in the darkened halls,

It beckons soft, with a lover’s grace,

But hides its fangs in a smiling face.

Trust not the paths that twist and sway,

Nor the mirror’d lake where the ripples play,

For what seems near may yet be far,

Like hollow laughter from a falling star.

There’s truth in lies and lies in truth,

A mask that’s worn by the face of youth,

So heed these words, and heed them well,

For even gods weave webs of spell.

If you should wander where silence reigns,

And hear the hum of a nameless strain,

Walk not alone, nor stray too near—

Lest what’s lost finds you here.