In shadows deep, the heart does weep, A crimson tide in silence sleeps. Anger's echo, a shattering cry, Beneath the weight of a crimson sky. A broken heart, in sorrow's hand, Drifts to where lost souls stand. In night’s cold grasp, the whispers cease, As darkness offers its lonely peace. Yet in the depths of this mournful night, A flicker of hope begins to ignite. For even in despair, love's ghost remains— A hidden light beneath the chains.