In the quiet of the night, shadows creep,
Veiled whispers of a world torn asunder,
Beneath the stars, stories untold weep,
Echoes of violence, a silent thunder.

Hearts once whole, now shattered glass,
Fractured dreams on paths of despair,
In the storm’s eye, moments pass,
Leaving scars that time cannot repair.

A dance of chaos, a cruel masquerade,
Where innocence fades in crimson hues,
Within the silence, courage is made,
As fragile hopes ignite and refuse.

Yet in the darkness, a light remains,
A beacon for those lost and forlorn,
Through the shadows, love breaks the chains,
In the heart of a storm, strength reborn.