In the dim corridors where whispers dwell,
Lies a heart that beats a hollow tune,
Echoes of forgotten hopes softly swell,
Beneath the pale and distant moon.

The stars no longer speak of light,
Their glimmer lost in endless night,
A sky once filled with dreams so bright,
Now shrouded in a veil of blight.

The path ahead obscured by mist,
As time slips through the trembling hand,
A weary soul cannot resist,
The sinking sands of a barren land.

Yet still, within the quiet breath,
Lies a whisper of what might have been,
In the arms of darkness, hope finds death,
As silent shadows softly lean.