"Solitude holds the keys to ancient doorways where the heart learns to whisper its greatest truths."
A vampire rests beside the castle's gate
His eyes, like lanterns, reflect a fate
Glimmers of warmth in the cool night's embrace
Mysteries dance in the shadows' chase
Ancient stones guard tales of the past
Flickering torches hold stories amassed
Mist weaves through arches where twilight sings
A truth in the silence that the night brings.