In shadow's grasp, the light grows thin, A silent storm brews deep within, The world once bright, now draped in gray, Hope a flicker, then fades away. Hands that trembled, now let go, As currents of despair below Sweep dreams to dark and sunless tide, Where echoes of lost laughter hide. Once a fortress, strength now wanes, Under the weight of unseen chains, A whispered plea in the void's cold song, "I held so tight, but not for long."