In the depths of night, a whisper calls,
A siren’s song through shadowed halls,
Promises of solace in fleeting embrace,
Yet leaves behind an empty space.

A dance with fire, a fleeting high,
Chasing clouds across the sky,
In dreams of escape, a chain is spun,
Binding tighter as the moments run.

Veins of sorrow, eyes of glass,
Reflections of a haunted past,
Yearning for freedom, a distant star,
Yet every step seems twice as far.

Hope flickers like a candle’s flame,
Amidst the storm, whispers a name,
A plea for strength, a call to rise,
To break the spell of whispered lies.