In the shadows of the night, it lingers
A whisper soft, yet sharp as blades
It weaves through dreams with silent fingers
Painting guilt in midnight shades
Beneath the moon’s cold, watchful eye
It dances on the edge of conscience
A fleeting thought, a silent sigh
Wrapped in veils of dark pretense
It tempts the heart with secret lies
Sweet and bitter, a hidden snare
A promise of forbidden skies
That leads to depths of dark despair
Yet in the heart, a light still glows
A beacon in the darkest sin
For even where the shadow grows
Redemption waits to let light in