In the heart of night, shadows whisper lies,
A battle rages, unseen by waking eyes.
The soul, a battlefield of clashing desires,
Torn between the flames of passion and cold, quenching fires.

The silent scream of dreams deferred and lost,
Echoes in the chasm where hope is the cost.
A heart divided, seeking peace in vain,
As the storm within breeds unending pain.

Faces in the mirror, reflections of the past,
Haunt the present, making peace hard to grasp.
Choices made and paths not taken,
Fuel the inner turmoil, leaving a spirit shaken.

Yet in the darkest hour, a sliver of light,
Promises dawn after the longest night.
For in the depths of conflict, strength is born,
And from the ashes of war, a new day is sworn.