In the silence of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance with hidden grace,
I find a realm where echoes cower,
And pain reveals its haunting face.
The heart beats slow, a muted drum,
In chambers filled with whispered screams,
Darkness wraps its cold, numb sum,
Binding dreams with shadowed seams.
A whispering wind through barren trees,
Sings a song of forgotten years,
Each note a tale of silent pleas,
Drenched in sorrow, bathed in tears.
Yet in this void where anguish grows,
A flicker of light dares to ignite,
For even in the darkest throes,
Hope can rise, a beacon bright.