In the depths of a moonless night,
Where stars have vanished out of sight,
A figure walks without a sound,
Its feet don’t touch the cursed ground.
The Night Taker, so it’s known,
A creature born from fear alone,
It stalks the roads where shadows creep,
And steals the souls of those who sleep.
It moves through darkness, swift and cold,
An ancient force, both young and old.
You feel it near, but can’t escape,
It bends and warps to any shape.
Some say it comes to those who fear,
The quiet nights when death is near.
But others know it feeds on dread,
A silent stalker of the dead.
It slips beneath your windowpane,
It hums a low, unholy strain,
A lullaby that chills your bones,
That turns your thoughts to whispered tones.
When you feel your breath grow short,
And hear the creak of empty floor,
The Night Taker’s already there,
Watching from the empty air.
It leans in close, though never seen,
A shapeless void where light has been,
Its breath upon your neck, so slow,
As if it waits to steal your glow.
And then it strikes, without a sound,
It takes you whole, it takes you down.
Your body cold, your eyes grown wide,
A frozen stare where life has died.
The Night Taker leaves no trace behind,
Except a hollow, twisted mind.
It drags you deep into the night,
Where endless dark consumes all light.
It needs no weapons, needs no tools,
It takes the brave, it takes the fools.
For when it comes, your end is nigh,
No prayer, no scream, no breath, no cry.
Some say you feel it first as chill,
A creeping cold, a slowing thrill.
But when its shadow crosses yours,
You’ve already lost the final wars.
It feeds on doubt, it thrives on fear,
It makes your darkest thoughts appear.
Your past regrets, your hidden shame,
All dance before its twisted flame.
You’ll feel your spirit start to fray,
As Night Taker steals your day,
And when your pulse begins to cease,
It whispers softly, “Rest in peace.”
No one knows where it’s from,
Or how it learned to make hearts numb,
But when you feel it’s getting near,
Beware the pull of endless fear.
So if you sleep on darkest nights,
Where stars won’t shine their trembling lights,
Keep watch for whispers in the gloom,
The Night Taker could be your doom.
It walks the earth, both far and near,
An ancient terror always here.
And if you hear its quiet breath,
Beware—you’re marked for certain death.
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