In the silence of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance without a sound,
A love that’s born from darkness’ bower,
In hidden corners, it is found.

Eyes that gleam with secret sorrow,
A touch as cold as winter’s breath,
Promises of no tomorrow,
Bound by fate, entwined in death.

Whispers soft like fallen leaves,
Echoes of a love concealed,
In the night, the heart believes,
A darker truth is thus revealed.

Yet in this gloom, a light persists,
A flame that neither time can quell,
For in the dark, true love exists,
In shadows deep, it casts its spell.