In the silent corridors where shadows dwell,
A whisper lingers, telling tales untold.
The darkness wraps its arms, a binding spell,
In icy chains, the heart it does enfold.

Through hollow winds, the echoes softly speak,
Of dreams once bright, now veiled in shadow’s shroud.
The soul, once strong, now frail and meek,
Dances alone beneath the heavy cloud.

Yet in the depths, a flicker fights the night,
A fragile spark defies the silent scream.
The heart, though weary, seeks the distant light,
To weave anew the fragments of a dream.

For even in the darkest, deepest pain,
A seed of hope lies waiting to be sown.
The night shall pass, as dawn will rise again,
To guide the lost back to the light they’ve known.