The night is a silent scene, albeit be wary for many a horror may stir therein
There be shrieks, yelps and moans, there is terror and there is stir
Albeit a simple soul shalt look yet not see and shall hearken in vain utter,
Such is the fortune of most that they fail to discern the true shade of matter,
Alas the fool too may come to see with the morbid wisdom of his hand,
He shalt embark on a journey of wonder and horror, towards unknown land,
But thence, his hand seeing the whole, the man's soul is forever shattered,
And within builds a hidden desire, a discontent yearning for death unfathomed...