In the shadows of longing’s quiet call,Where echoes of desire softly fall,There lies a path so deeply worn,By footsteps of those who’ve forlornly sworn.It begins with whispers, a gentle embrace,A fleeting promise, a fleeting chase,Yet in its light, the world fades away,A siren song that leads astray.Clutching the heart with an unseen chain,In moments of joy, in moments of pain,It lingers, a shadow just out of sight,A constant presence in the night.Yet in the depths, a glimmer remains,A hope to break these binding chains,To seek the dawn, to find the way,And leave the whispers of decay.