In the quiet of a lingering dusk,
Whispers of shadows weave their tale,
A life where the sun seldom warms,
Where dreams dissolve like morning mist.

Echoes of laughter, long forgotten,
Dance with the ghosts of yesterday,
In corridors of empty hopes,
Where silence reigns, a heavy shroud.

The stars, dim beacons in the night,
Guide weary souls through endless dark,
Yet every step feels heavy, worn,
On paths where joy once dared to tread.

Yet still, a flicker, faint and pale,
A whisper of light, a distant call,
In the heart’s deepest, shadowed nook,
Hope stirs, and life begins anew.