In the shadows’ embrace, on Christmas Eve’s cold trace, Whis..
🕑 Added 2023-12-23 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
In the shadows’ embrace, on Christmas Eve’s cold trace, Whispers in the night, a chant of darkness takes its place. Beneath the moon’s eerie glow, where the chilling winds bestow, Gather ’round, spirits profound, as the haunting carol starts to grow. No joyous bells, no merry cheer, just echoes of pain you’ll hear, In the yuletide gloom, a somber tune, for those who revel in the fear. Snowflakes fall like tears of woe, on this night, the shadows know, A Christmas chant, a haunting rant, in the realm where nightmares sow.
