In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows dance in whispered sighs,
A tale unfolds of dreams confined,
Beneath the vast and starless skies.

The echoes of forgotten hopes,
Drift slowly through the endless void,
Like whispers on deserted slopes,
Where once bright visions were destroyed.

Each breath a struggle, silent plea,
To find a spark amidst the night,
Yet darkness clings with tenacity,
Blurring the line between wrong and right.

As time slips through unyielding hands,
And shadows claim their cold embrace,
We wander through these barren lands,
Searching for a long-lost trace.