Nocturnal Whispers

In the stillness of the night's embrace,

When the world's asleep, in tranquil grace.

There lurks a fear, unnamed, unknown,

In the shadowed realm where dreams are sown.

It creeps with stealth, a whispered doubt,

Invisible specter, as darkness spreads about.

A chilling touch upon your skin,

A shiver, a tremor, from deep within.

Is it the unseen, the things we dread,

The phantoms dancing in our head.

Or the mysteries that darkness conceals,

That birth the fear that night reveals?

In the quiet hours, our minds take flight,

Exploring realms of infinite night.

But what do we fear in that abyss,

Where shadows linger, and secrets hiss?

Is it the ghosts of yesterday's pain,

Haunting our thoughts, an endless chain.

Or the uncertain future, yet to be,

That fills our hearts with anxiety?

Yet, in the night, there's more to find,

Than just the fear that dwells in the mind.

For darkness holds a whispered song,

A lullaby to help us belong.

Embrace the fear, let it unfold,

In the night's mysteries, let your story be told.

For within the unknown, courage may rise,

And in conquering fear, you'll claim the prize.

Nocturnal whispers, both strange and queer,

Can hold the answers we long to hear.

In the depths of night, we find our might,

And emerge from the darkness into the light.