In the quiet of the midnight’s embrace,
A soul wanders, lost in a desolate place.
Whispers of dreams once held so near,
Now fade away, replaced by fear.

Tears fall softly, like rain on a tomb,
In the corners of an empty room.
Memories linger, ghosts of past delight,
Now shrouded in the darkest night.

A heart once full, now hollow and cold,
As life’s cruel tales slowly unfold.
Hope’s gentle flame, dimmed to a spark,
Lost in the endless, consuming dark.

Yet beneath the sorrow, a faint light gleams,
In the depth of the night, a soul redeems.
For even in shadows, a dawn will break,
And from the silence, a voice will wake.