In the silent whispers of the night,
Shadows dance without a light,
In the corners of a darkened mind,
Secrets, lost, we seek to find.

Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly glow,
Haunted dreams begin to flow,
Through the veil of endless sorrow,
We chase a glimpse of tomorrow.

In the depths of hollow caves,
Echoes of forgotten graves,
Where the past and present meet,
In a dance, dark and bittersweet.

Hopes are but a fleeting wisp,
In the night, they barely exist,
Yet in the heart’s deepest strife,
We find the pulse of dark life.