The darkness calls my name, whispering "bro"
Just a whisper of shadows, soft yet brief
The eerie moon casts whispers, cold and stark
Onyx night reveals the realm of ancient magic’s aura
Rituals are cast where the spirits weep
Yet the silent night’s embrace feels safe and shrouded
Wraiths drift through the hollow, seeking truth’s embrace
Mournful shadows mirror the tormented self
Secrets sleep beneath the blackened shroud, both grim and stark