In the stillness of the night, echoes call,
Through corridors of a forgotten soul,
Dark pain weaves its silent shroud,
Binding hearts in a relentless hold.
Underneath the moon’s pale gaze,
Shadows dance in somber grace,
Veils of sorrow cloak the stars,
Lost in time, erased by scars.
A whispered cry in the chilling breeze,
Carried by the wind with ease,
Fragments of a broken dream,
Flow like rivers in a midnight stream.
Yet in this depth of endless night,
A flicker seeks the faintest light,
Hope’s whisper, soft and low,
Guides the heart where healing grows.