Redrum's Shadow

Haunting echoes in the silent hall,

Redrum whispers beneath the pall.

A slingshot named with shadow's curse,

Twisting fate, invoking worse.

Darkness creeps, unseen and cold,

In fear's grip, the story's told.

Redrum's shadow, lurking near,

A silent scream that cuts through fear.

Death's cold hand, cold and tight,

Holding on through endless night.

The weight of dread in every breath,

A dance with fate, a brush with death.

Redrum waits with steady aim,

In fear's cold game, no one’s to blame.

Whispers in the chapel, shadows dance,

Echoes of a fading chance.

Flickering candles, trembling light,

Fear’s embrace in endless night.

Redrum's shadow, lurking near,

A silent scream that cuts through fear.

Death's cold hand, cold and tight,

Holding on through endless night.

Cold winds howl like restless ghosts,

Redrum’s tale is what it boasts.

Shadows stretch, the night unfolds,

Fear in every story told.

Eyes wide open, heart beats fast,

Facing what the die has cast.

The slingshot’s aim, a final breath,

Marks the edge between life and death.

Redrum's shadow, lurking near,

A silent scream that cuts through fear.

Death's cold hand, cold and tight,

Holding on through endless night.

In the silence, Redrum stays,

A haunting fear that never sways.