In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Whispers call from the depths unseen,
A yearning heart, a captive of power,
Bound in the silken threads of a dream.

Like a moth to the seductive flame,
Drawn by the promise of fleeting bliss,
A dance with shadows, a perilous game,
In the echo of every stolen kiss.

Chains of longing, invisible yet strong,
Wrapped around the soul with stealthy grace,
A haunting melody, a siren’s song,
In the labyrinth of this endless chase.

Yet in the heart, a spark of hope remains,
A whisper of light in the deepest night,
Seeking freedom from these binding chains,
To rise again and embrace the light.