The dead of Hope by TammiWid on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

In shadows deep, where echoes sigh,

Hope's fleeting breath begins to die.

A silent dirge in twilight's hold,

Where dreams are lost and tales untold.

The night descends, a solemn shroud,

As whispers fade, a mournful crowd.

For hope, once bright, now fades away,

In darkness' grasp, it cannot stay.

The stars above, their light grows dim,

As hope succumbs to shadows grim.

No beacon shines, no guiding star,

In this abyss, where hopes now mar.

Yet still, amidst the darkened gloom,

A flicker lingers, not consumed.

A spark of faith, a glimmer slight,

That whispers softly in the night.

Though hope may falter, dim and frail,

Its essence lingers,and will prevail.

For even in the darkest night,

A dawn awaits, with morning light.