In the whisper of midnight’s call,
Lies the echo of a yearning deep,
A dance with shadows on the wall,
Where secrets of the heart do weep.

The pull of dreams unrealized,
In every sigh and silent plea,
A soul adrift, hypnotized,
By chains unseen yet never free.

Through the veil of time’s embrace,
The hunger grows with every breath,
In gentle moments, a fleeting grace,
Yet drawn again to paths of death.

Oh, to break this endless chain,
To find the light beyond the night,
But in the shadows, sweet refrain,
The heart is lost to its own plight.