Infernal Whispers: A Haunting Verse

In the realm of dread, where shadows coil and hiss,

A tale of terror, a nightmarish abyss.

Ghouls in the moonlight, their eyes filled with fire,

Invisible horrors, a malevolent desire.

A chilling wind through the graveyard moans,

The whispers of the dead in sepulchral tones.

Blood-red roses bloom in the tomb's cold embrace,

As the darkness unfolds, leaving no trace.

In this macabre theater, fear takes its stand,

A symphony of horror in this haunted land.

Beware, dear reader, as you turn the page,

For in this poet's words, nightmares engage.

Within these verses, you'll find no escape,

For terror and fear are our sinister shape.