Silent Night of Shadows

Silent night, shadows cast, no peace, just unease,

Darkness creeping, death's grip tight, whispers on the breeze.

The church stands cold and broken, candles flicker weak,

No hymns of hope, no love, just the silence, bleak.

Fire seeps from underground, hell’s maw begins to roar,

Dragging spirits down, lost forever now ashore.

Where once was grace, now despair,

No star to guide, no Savior there.

A night so silent, yet so grim,

Just echoes of a hymn gone dim.

This is not the holy night, no angels in the sky,

Just the blaze of hell’s domain, and the souls that cry.

No Jesus shining bright, no peace to find,

Silent night, a night unkind.

Ashes falling like snow, the darkness deepens still,

A Christmas lost to shadows, against our will.

Silent night, mournful sight, shadows cast so long,

A haunting echo of a season gone wrong.

So mourn the silent night, where hope has gone to die,

No holy light to lead, just the blackened sky.