Beneath the shroud of midnight's veil,
A whisper stirs in shadowed lanes,
Where gaslit dreams and specters wail,
And silent screams unveil their chains.
On cobbled paths, where phantoms tread,
The echoes of a hymn forgotten,
Mourn not for those, nor look for dread,
For truth here lies betwixt the rotten.
...and then, the echo faded...
Venture further into the depths or heed the warnings.
Should you dare to explore the nefarious nooks.