In the amber glow of evening’s fall,
A whisper calls from a shadowed hall,
Promises of solace, fleeting and sweet,
Yet chains unseen bind the retreat.

Through liquid mirrors, a soul is lost,
Drowning in dreams at a heavy cost,
The laughter fades, a hollow sound,
In the swirling depths, where hope is drowned.

Night after night, the same embrace,
A dance with ghosts in a forgotten place,
The bottle’s hold, a siren’s song,
Leading hearts where they don’t belong.

Yet in the dawn, beneath the light,
Whispers turn to cries for the fight,
For freedom calls from beyond the haze,
A new beginning, through the foggy maze.