SUGAR, SPICE AND THE SINISTER SIDE

In the quiet night, the past will call,

Echoing softly, a haunting thrall.

In the shadows, a chill whispers your name,

A dance with the darkness, a flicker of flame.

As the candle flickers, secrets start to unfold,

In the grip of darkness, where shadows grow bold.

Shadows flicker, secrets start to weave,

In the depths of silence, what will you believe?

Footsteps linger where the shadows blend,

A chilling whisper beckons, will it ever end?

Time stands still as the darkness creeps,

In the heart of night, a secret keeps.

Whispers swirl like leaves in the breeze,

Carrying tales that'll bring you to your knees.

Moonlight dances on the edge of fear,

Each shadow holds a truth you must hear.

Shadows dance where the light won't tread,

In the heart of the dark, the lost souls dread.

In the shadows deep, the whispers grow,

A haunting tale of woe they sow.

Eyes that watch from the depths of despair,

In the silence of night, you feel their stare.

Beneath the moon's gaze, secrets arise,

In the stillness of night, the darkness lies.

In the stillness, a promise made in blood,

Awakens the darkness, a relentless flood.

With a chilling knock, the silence is torn,

A visitor lingers from the shadows reborn.

The echo of knocking sends shivers through the floor,

As the night grows colder, who waits at the door?

Each rap on the wood brings a sense of dread,

For in the dim light, the living feel mislead.

The door swings wide, revealing the chill,

A figure stands waiting, craving the thrill.

Through the mist a figure starts to rise,

Eyes like embers, hiding truth and lies.

With every Heartbeat, the night grows bold,

For the past is a story that must be retold.

In the silence of the night, a whisper so cold,

Echoes of the past, a tale untold.

~ DELILAH DOYLE [A.A.