The Scream of the Night

A chilling scream, a piercing cry,

Echoing through the endless sky.

A mournful wail, a haunting sound,

A spectral voice, lost and unbound.

The night wind howls, a mournful sigh,

As shadows dance, beneath the sky.

The moon, a ghostly, pallid sphere,

Reflecting sorrow, doubt, and fear.

A lonely soul, adrift and lost,

A tortured spirit, paying cost.

The scream, a plea, a desperate call,

For solace, comfort, peace from all.

The city sleeps, a silent tomb,

While darkness creeps, and shadows loom.

The scream, a beacon, a guiding light,

Piercing through the endless night.

A haunting echo, a mournful plea,

A soul in torment, wild and free.

The scream, a symbol of despair,

A cry for help, beyond compare.

The night wind whispers, a mournful tune,

As stars above, begin to swoon.

The scream, a fading, distant sound,

A lonely echo, lost and drowned.