The Dark of Night

As the sun sets in the small town,
The sky turns dark, the stars come out,
But something lingers in the air,
A sense of dread, a hint of despair.

The town was once a peaceful place,
But now it's filled with a dark embrace,
The people here are not the same,
Their eyes are vacant, their souls in pain.

The streets are empty, the houses quiet,
But something moves, something unquiet,
A shadow flits across the road,
A whisper echoes, a fear bestowed.

The town's folk whisper tales of woe,
Of ghosts that haunt, of curses that flow,
Of strange occurrences that cannot be explained,
Of creatures that lurk, of evil that remained.

And in the darkness of the night,
The town is filled with a ghostly sight,
Of apparitions that float around,
Of phantoms that make a haunting sound.

The air is thick with the smell of death,
The town is cursed, there is no breath,
Of life, of hope, of joy, of light,
Only darkness reigns, only fear in sight.

The town's folk know not what to do,
They try to leave, but they can't break through,
The town is like a prison, a trap,
And they are caught in its deadly lap.

The river that flows through the town,
Is said to be cursed, a deathly crown,
It's said that those who enter its waters,
Are pulled under and never come out, never.

The woods that surround the town,
Are said to be haunted, a place to frown,
It's said that those who venture there,
Are never seen again, they disappear.

And in the center of the town,
Stands an old church, a place of renown,
But it's said to be cursed, a place of fear,
A place where evil lurks, where the end is near.

The church bell tolls at the dead of night,
A sound that fills the town with fright,
The windows rattle, the walls shake,
As if the church is about to break.

And in the graveyard, just outside the church,
Are tombs that are old, that are cursed,
It's said that the dead rise from their graves,
And roam the town, like restless waves.

The town's folk live in constant fear,
Of what lurks in the darkness, what's near,
They know not how to break the curse,
To rid the town of its deadly verse.

And so the town remains, a place of dread,
A place of mystery, of things unsaid,
A town that's lost, a town that's dead,
A town that's cursed, a town of dread.