Whispers of the Soul

Horror

The Night It Came

In the depths of the night, when the stars turned away,
A shadow crept closer, as light lost its sway.
The moon hung like silence, a witness of dread,
As whispers of terror stirred from their bed.

The town lay asleep, wrapped in dreams soft and deep,
Unaware of the darkness that would shatter their sleep.
A chill wound through streets, an omen unfurled,
For the night held a secret that would devour the world.

I was just a child, with the heart of a dove,
Unknowing of evils that lived far above.
Yet there in the stillness, a rumble arose,
Like thunder of hooves, a storm that would close.

It came like a tempest, a force none could see,
A creature of chaos, wild as the sea.
With eyes like two embers, and breath laced with fire,
It drew ever closer, igniting our dire.

The ground trembled softly, a warning unbound,
As doors creaked and shuddered, the silence unwound.
I peered from my window, my heart in my throat,
And there in the darkness, a figure did float.

It loomed like a nightmare, a specter of night,
With claws that could rend, and a hunger for fright.
The screams of my neighbors rang sharp through the air,
As the creature descended, unrelenting, unfair.

The streets turned to rivers, a flood of despair,
With shadows that danced in the flickering glare.
Windows shattered like glass, and doors flew ajar,
As terror took hold, and we fell from the stars.

I clutched at my sister, my trembling heart tight,
As chaos erupted and swallowed the light.
The night was a tapestry woven with fear,
With every heartbeat, the end drawing near.

Yet amidst all the madness, a flicker remained,
A spark in the darkness, a will uncontained.
We gathered our courage, the strength of the few,
To stand against forces we never once knew.

With hearts beating wildly, we fled from the fray,
Through alleys and shadows, we stumbled away.
The night was a horror, a wild, fearsome dream,
But we fought for our lives, for each other, it seemed.

And when dawn broke the silence, a light through the haze,
The town lay in ruins, a ghost of its days.
But we stood, battered souls, in the cold morning glow,
With memories of terror, but a will to grow.

For the night it came, we survived and awoke,
To a world that was shattered, yet filled with new hope.
Though the shadows still linger, and memories flame,
We'll remember the night that we'll never reclaim.