In the shadows where whispers blend,
A quiet scream begins to rend.
Hope falters in the dimming light,
As innocence takes flight in the night.

Hands that once built, now destroy,
Turning laughter to a hollow ploy.
The echoes of a long-lost song,
Resound in hearts that still belong.

Eyes that once shone with tender grace,
Now hide behind a masked embrace.
Yet in the silence, a seed does grow,
Yearning for peace amidst the woe.

When dawn breaks through the clenched fist,
Light dances on a morning mist.
A world reborn from shadows’ blight,
Emerges strong in the new day’s light.