Under shadows cast by midnight's hand,
I don the cloak and mask, dark as night's command.
Silken threads pull tight, hood veils my face,
Hidden within, I become a wraith in lace.

A mask of bone, a grin of death's embrace,
Eyes like hollow stars in an endless space.
Footsteps echo, soft as whispered breath,
In halls that hum with secrets kept in death.

Candles flicker in an amber glow,
Casting spells from centuries ago.
Symbols carved in marble, ...