Im the blackened depths where the void does dll, A chasm vast with shadows' mournful sigh, Each whispers a dirge, each moans a knell, l A carrion breath where secrets lie. There the cries of the damned in the torment thread, Binding the night with a sinister grace; The knowledge they bear, by the living fled, A truth obscene in that cursed space. Oh, silence speaks with a raven's dread, Its echoes claw through the moonless vale, An insatiable tale where the lost have bled— A story woven on death's dark scale. Dare not to lift the shrouded veil, For what dwells there thrives on despair.