Beneath the moon’s cold, indifferent light,
Shadows dance with silent cries,
Echoes of pain in the dead of night,
Where broken hearts and dreams lie.

In the quiet, whispers of despair,
Unseen scars on fragile skin,
A world where no one seems to care,
For the battles fought within.

Hands that once held love so dear,
Now strike with anger’s might,
Leaving nothing but fear,
In the cold, unforgiving night.

Yet hope flickers in the darkest hour,
A light that violence cannot claim,
For even in its cruelest power,
Humanity’s spirit will remain.