Beneath the twilight’s gentle sway,
I find the path to run away,
From shadows deep and whispers cold,
To seek the dawn, the light, the bold.

With every step, a whisper fades,
The darkness lost in night’s charades,
Yet heartbeats echo in the night,
A rhythm born from silent fright.

The stars above, they guide my flight,
Through forests dense and valleys bright,
To leave behind the ghostly past,
And find a peace that’s meant to last.

In morning’s arms, I find my way,
Where shadows dare not come to play,
For in the light, my spirit’s free,
From all that’s dark, from all that’s me.