In the quiet of the night it lingers,
A shadow cast by the moon’s dim light,
Whispering secrets with ghostly fingers,
Drawing lines between wrong and right.

The heart, a cavern of echoes deep,
Where joy once danced in vibrant hues,
Now silent, where shadows creep,
Lost in the maze of forgotten views.

Tears, like rain, fall without reason,
Drowning dreams in their endless flow,
Each drop a tale of a silent season,
Where the sun’s warmth refused to show.

Yet in this dark, a spark remains,
A fragile hope that softly gleams,
Cutting through the heavy chains,
Awakening the light within the dreams.