In the shroud of endless night, a silence deep,
Where whispered secrets of the shadows creep,
The moon, a sentinel, cold and bright,
Casts its pale glow on the depths of fright.

The stars, like eyes, in the ebony veil,
Watch over dreams that falter, frail,
In the heart of darkness, where fears reside,
The soul seeks solace, nowhere to hide.

Echoes of forgotten cries linger on,
In the void where time has long gone,
The abyss, a canvas of despair and woe,
Holds the mysteries we may never know.

Yet in this darkness, a flicker of hope,
A spark that teaches the heart to cope,
For even in the deepest, darkest night,
There lies the promise of morning light.