In the quiet corners of the night,
Whispers echo from the shadowed past,
A silent scream, a hidden plight,
Where memories are forever cast.

Beneath the moon’s gentle gaze,
Fragments of dreams lay scattered wide,
In the heart’s tangled, endless maze,
Where yesterday’s sorrows hide.

The echoes linger, soft yet deep,
Within the soul’s unlit hall,
Awakening fears that never sleep,
Answering a forgotten call.

Yet in the dawn’s tender embrace,
Hope begins its cautious flight,
Through the shadows, it finds its place,
Guiding the heart back to light.