Whispers in the Dark

In the dead of night, when all is still

And not a sound is heard, not even shrill,

Whispers in the dark begin to crawl

Mysterious voices that make my skin crawl.

I strain to hear what they have to say

But their words are garbled, in disarray

Echoes of the unknown, secrets untold

Stories of the dead, and tales so old.

Whispers in the dark, a haunting sound

A chilling breeze, that's always around

I wonder what they want from me

Is it a warning, or a plea?