In the stillness of the evening’s breath,
Her whispers turn to silent screams,
Where shadows dance with fleeting death,
In the tangled web of fractured dreams.

The candle flickers, a wavering light,
Casting ghosts upon the walls,
She pens her sorrow through the night,
As loneliness within her calls.

The moonlight weaves a silver shroud,
Draping her heart in a veil of despair,
Though surrounded by a bustling crowd,
Her soul remains a hollow lair.

Yet in her words, a fire burns,
A beacon for the lost and weary,
From her pain, the world learns,
That even in darkness, there’s beauty to see.