In shadows cast by twilight’s gentle hand,
A silent scream lingers in the night,
Where stars like distant memories stand,
Bearing witness to an endless fight.

The heart, a fragile vessel of despair,
Carries whispers of a bygone dream,
As echoes of forgotten prayers flare,
In the depths of a midnight stream.

Tears fall like rain upon barren soil,
Nourishing the seeds of untold pain,
Where hope and sorrow endlessly toil,
In a dance beneath the moon’s disdain.

Yet within the darkness, a flicker of light,
A promise of dawn in the endless gray,
That even in suffering, there’s a fight,
To rise anew with the coming day.