In the stillness of the night,
Shadows whisper secrets untold,
A heart adrift in endless plight,
Longs for warmth in the cold.

Through empty halls, echoes ring,
Memories fade like dying light,
Each breath a hollow, aching sting,
In the depths of darkest night.

The stars above seem out of reach,
Their distant glow a cruel jest,
A soul alone on a barren beach,
Yearns for solace, craves for rest.

Yet hope, though faint, still softly gleams,
A flicker in the vast unknown,
For even in the bleakest dreams,
A spark of light can find its home.