The night is still, yet something stirs,
A breath in silence, too faint for words.
Trees bend like watchers made of bone,
Guarding secrets the dark has known.
No stars remain, just hollow skies,
And shadows shaped like ancient lies.
I walk where light has never been
Among the whispers, cold within.
A breath in silence, too faint for words.
Trees bend like watchers made of bone,
Guarding secrets the dark has known.
No stars remain, just hollow skies,
And shadows shaped like ancient lies.
I walk where light has never been
Among the whispers, cold within.