In the stillness of the night, where whispers weave,
Darkened paths of sorrow through which we grieve,
A solitary figure, cloaked in the abyss,
Seeks solace in the silence, a fleeting bliss.

Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly glow,
Shadows dance where the cold winds blow,
Each step echoes in the cavernous void,
A heart once pure, now bruised and toyed.

The stars above, distant and faint,
Offer no sanctuary, no holy saint,
For in this realm where darkness reigns,
Every light has dimmed, every hope wanes.

Yet in the depths, a spark remains,
A flicker of strength amidst the chains,
For even in the darkest night,
A soul can find a way to fight.