Beneath the shroud of silent night,
Lies a heart weighed down by shame.
Shadows dance with haunting grace,
Whispers echoing a name.
In the mirror of self-reflection,
Glares the ghost of yesterday.
Regret carves lines upon the soul,
Each mark, a word left to say.
The tears that fall are silent cries,
For errors cast in fleeting time.
A penance paid in quiet sighs,
As guilt ascends its harrowing climb.
Yet within this darkened hollow,
A spark of hope begins to gleam.
For even in the depths of shame,
Redemption finds a place to dream.