In the depths of night, where whispers hide,
A soul wanders, tangled in the tide,
Of memories lost and dreams that died,
Beneath the moon’s cold, distant guide.

The shadows dance, a silent waltz,
Around the echoes of past faults,
In corridors of broken walls,
Where every footstep faintly calls.

Buried secrets, cloaked in gloom,
Fill the air, a heavy plume,
In a heart that knows no room,
For light to pierce the endless doom.

Yet within the darkest night,
There remains a flickering light,
A hope that battles through the blight,
Yearning for the dawn’s first sight.