In shadows deep where echoes weave, The quiet screams, though none believe, Where night unravels hidden thread, And dreams are twisted, fears are fed. The whispered wails in silence grow, A haunted realm where phantoms flow, Within the murmur of the night, The specters dance, devoid of light. In this abyss, where echoes sing, The nightmares dwell, with raven wing, Yet from this dark, a dawn may cleave, Where quiet screams will find reprieve.