In shadows deep, where whispers dwell,
A heart once bright, now cast a spell.
The echoes of dreams, long since lost,
In sorrow’s embrace, they count the cost.

The stars above, once guides of night,
Now dimmed by tears, obscured from sight.
In silence, cries that none can hear,
A soul adrift, consumed by fear.

The winds that howl, through empty skies,
Carry the weight of endless sighs.
In the void, where light should be,
Despair takes root, like a twisted tree.

Yet in the dark, a flicker remains,
A whispered hope through endless chains.
For even in the deepest night,
The dawn may come, with gentle light.