In the quiet whispers of the night,
Sin dances with shadows, bold and bright.
A tempting lure, a sweet deceit,
It beckons softly, incomplete.
The heart, a battleground unseen,
Wrestles with desires keen.
Though reason warns with steady voice,
The soul is caught in silent choice.
A fleeting pleasure, a lasting scar,
Sin leaves its mark, near and far.
Yet in its wake, a lesson learned,
The flame of wisdom, brightly burned.
Forgiveness blooms on weary ground,
With grace and hope, the lost are found.
For even in the darkest night,
The dawn will rise, restoring light.