Shade and Shadow

In twilight's veil, where shadows softly Creep,

A darkness stirs beneath the sacred dome,

In hallowed halls where faithful bend to weep,

A whispering shade invades the holy home

The candles flicker 'gainst the night's embrace,

Yet shadows twist with forms no eye hath seen,

An ancient dread, beyond both time and space,

Doth weave its curse where once pure light had been

The faithful chant, their prayers a fragile shield,

Yet madness lurks within the shadowed fold,

A creeping doubt that faith no more can wield,

As eldritch whispers make the blood run cold

shades that dance 'round altars drenched in fear,

What foul deceit hath brought thee to this place?

For in thine eyes, the end of days draws near,

As darkness falls upon the human race.

The scriptures burn in fire's desperate light,

As shadowed forms consume the sacred word,

And in the dark, the faithful lose their sight,

To eldritch gods whose voices are but heard

In madness steeped, the faithful fall to dust,

Their prayers unanswered, faith consumed by night,

For shadows reign where once was hope and trust,

And darkness claims the souls that sought the light