Beneath the moon's cold, silver gleam,
Lurks the terror of a final scream.
Silence shattered, sharp and deep,
Awakening fears we try to keep.

The haunted wind howls through the trees,
Chilling breaths in the midnight breeze.
A figure lurks, unseen, unseen,
Bound by shadows, dark and keen.

Through the fog, a distant plea,
A voice that begs to be set free.
But in this night, a twisted theme,
No one hears the final scream.