Beneath the weight of endless night,
Where shadows dance beyond my sight,
A flicker glows, though faint and small—
A stubborn spark that won’t let me fall.

The world is cold, its colors drained,
Dreams weathered, broken, and stained.
Yet in the ruins, soft and deep,
A whispered promise dares to seep.

I gather fragments, piece by piece,
Of lost tomorrows, stolen peace.
In silent vows, my soul ignites,
And I rise, reborn, from fractured light.