In the stillness of the twilight’s breath,
Where shadows dance on silent ground,
Lies a tale of whispered wrath,
In echoes lost, yet soon unbound.

Through the night’s cold, gripping veil,
A heart once pure, now forged in fire,
Seeks the path of justice frail,
A soul consumed by fierce desire.

Beneath the stars, a vow is sworn,
To reclaim what darkness stole,
In the quiet, a storm is born,
To mend the fractures of the soul.

As dawn breaks upon the silent earth,
The echoes fade, the whispers cease,
In revenge, a bitter rebirth,
Yet in its wake, no true release.