Madam Midnight ( Storyteller)

When the moon hangs low in a velvet sky, And the wind hums low where the old ghosts lie, There’s a voice that drifts through the midnight air, A storyteller waiting in the shadows there. With a book of secrets and tales untold, Of haunted woods and winters cold, She calls the lost by name and fear, And turns the dark to something near. Welcome to the Shadow Hour, Where the darkness blooms like a midnight flower. Madam Midnight calls your name, Through the fog and candle flame. Hold your light, don’t let it fade, In the hush where all your worries stay. Stay close now, don’t lose your way, The night is listening when we pray. She threads her words like silver smoke, Through broken hearts and the things that broke. Every silence gets a pulse, Every shattered dream finds a wilder waltz. The floorboards sigh, the curtains breathe, As if the room itself believes. And every Darkling at her door Leaves a little less afraid than before. Welcome to the Shadow Hour, Where the darkness blooms like a midnight flower. Madam Midnight calls your name, Through the fog and candle flame. Hold your light, don’t let it fade, In the hush where all your worries stay. Stay close now, don’t lose your way, The night is listening when we pray. If the road runs black and the stars go thin, She’ll light the match and let you in. Not every ghost is meant to haunt, Some are just the words we couldn’t want. So breathe it in, let the sorrow pass, Like rain on a window, like smoke through glass. Welcome to the Shadow Hour, Where the darkness blooms like a midnight flower. Madam Midnight calls your name, Through the fog and candle flame. Hold your light, hold it tight, For shadows dance beyond your sight. Stay close, my Darklings, don’t lose your way, The darkness is waiting if your candle fades.