Whispered Steps at Midnight
Wind howls along the cobbled street,
Sin prowls where shadows twist and meet.
Doors creak though none are standing near,
Shores leak the mist that whispers fear.
Lights fade as echoes start to grow,
Nights trade their peace for something low.
Steps sound but no one's in my sight,
Breath drowned beneath the grip of night.
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