In the quiet of the midnight hour,
A shadow whispers soft and low,
Its voice a cold and haunting power,
Where the weary souls dare not go.
Beneath the surface, echoes linger,
In a chamber void of light,
A trembling, unseen finger,
Tracing paths of endless night.
The heart, a vessel of silent screams,
Navigates the storm’s embrace,
Lost in an ocean of shattered dreams,
Seeking solace, seeking grace.
Yet, within the depths of despair’s hold,
A flicker of hope dares to appear,
A whispered promise, brave and bold,
To guide the lost from shadows clear.