In the twilight where shadows dwell,
Silent whispers of stories tell.
Of a land where the sun once kissed,
Now shrouded in a ghostly mist.

Beneath the stars, the spirits roam,
Seeking peace, a place called home.
Their voices linger in the breeze,
A mournful song among the trees.

The echoes of battles long ago,
In fields where crimson rivers flow.
The memories of a sorrowed past,
In every stone, forever cast.

Yet in the darkness, hope remains,
A promise to break the chains.
For every dawn that breaks anew,
Brings light and life to shadows due.