Read the poem and answer the question that follows.
In shadows' clutch, where whispers creep,
Night's shroud veils a world steeped in fear,
Moon's pallor paints dread's eerie tapestry,
Leaves shiver like secrets, quiver in fright.
Footsteps echo like heartbeats, a symphony of doubt,
A chill wind howls its mournful refrain,
We're prisoners of our own design, sanity frail,
Fear's dance distorts reality's frame.
What mood is created by the figurative language in bold?
A mood of excitement
A mood of fear
A mood of joy
A mood of sorrow