The Watcher’s Shadow

In the corner of a darkened room, a shadow watches,
full of gloom, haunted by the watcher’s dread.
Eyes that glow with an eerie light, filling the heart with endless fright,
Whispers creep from the silent dark,
marking the soul with a phantom’s mark.
Hands that reach from the unseen, pulling at the soul’s unseen,
A heart that races with each beat,
lost in the watcher’s silent heat.
In the shadows where watchers lie, every breath a silent cry,
a soul caught in the watcher’s wink.
Lost in a world of unseen dread, haunted by what lies ahead,
A life consumed by endless fright,
trapped in the watcher’s silent night.
A scream that echoes in the mind, leaving the soul lost and blind,
Eyes that peer with haunting gaze,
filling the heart with endless haze.
Steps that follow in the night, dragging the mind into fright,
A soul adrift in the watcher’s shadow,
lost in a world of endless woe.