Whispers Beyond the Haze
In shadows deep, where silence calls,
The wanderer walks, through crumbling walls.
A road that twists, a path unknown,
No guide, no star, no way to go.
The night consumes, the winds grow cold,
Where dreams once whispered, now they fold.
Each step a burden, each breath a cry,
The moon, a witness in the ink-black sky.
Lost not in place, but in the soul,
Where time devours and swallows whole.
A hollow echo, a fractured mind,
In every corner, hope is blind.
Yet still they roam, without a name,
Chasing shadows, fleeing flame.
For in the darkest corner,
A spark of something pure appears.
Not lost, but broken, torn, and scarred,
The journey cruel, the path too hard.
But in the ruin, a whisper stays—
The dawn will rise, beyond the haze.