In the quiet corners where dreams once danced,
Lies a silence, heavy as forgotten songs.
The echoes of laughter fade into mist,
As the night unfolds its endless arms.

The stars above, once a guiding light,
Now whisper secrets to the void.
Their brilliance dims, lost in the vast,
As hope retreats into the shadows.

The moon hangs low, a weary traveler,
Casting pale reflections on the sea.
Its glow a memory of brighter days,
When the heart knew not of despair.

Yet even in this darkness, a flicker remains,
A quiet promise in the deepest night.
For in every end, a beginning lies,
Waiting to rise with the dawn’s first light.