In the quiet whispers of a fading dream,
Where shadows stretch and silence screams,
Hope lies in shards beneath the moon’s cold gleam,
A forgotten song in a world that deems.

The stars, once guides on this weary path,
Now blink with apathy, devoid of wrath,
Their light mere specks in a sky’s vast bath,
Lost in the echoes of a distant laugh.

A heart, once vibrant with colors bold,
Now draped in gray, stories untold,
Yearning for warmth in a world so cold,
Where love’s embrace has long been sold.

Yet in this abyss, a silent plea,
For dawn to break, for eyes to see,
A sliver of light, a possibility,
In the dance of shadows, a chance to be free.