In the shadows, where light cannot tread,
Lies a realm of silence, where whispers spread,
Among the echoes of forgotten dreams,
A dark life flows like shadowed streams.

Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly glow,
Secrets of the night begin to grow,
In the silence, where the lost souls weep,
Darkness is a friend that shadows keep.

Through the veils of night, unseen and cold,
Stories of sorrow and dread unfold,
In the stillness, where the heartbeats slow,
Dark life thrives in the undertow.

As the dawn’s light starts to break,
Shadows retreat, memories awake,
In the twilight, where the two worlds blend,
Dark life whispers, until the end.