In the silent whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with fading light,
Lies a sorrow deep, unseen, untold,
A dark pain that grips, relentless, cold.
Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly glow,
The heart’s torment begins to flow,
Like rivers of shadows, dark and deep,
In the quiet hours, when the worldâs asleep.
Echoes of memories, sharp and clear,
Bring forth the anguish, each fallen tear,
A symphony of sorrow, haunting the soul,
In the abyss of night, it takes its toll.
Yet in this darkness, a strength is found,
A silent resolve, profound, unbound,
For in the depths of the darkest pain,
The spirit endures, to rise again.