In shadows deep, where silence reigns, A ceaseless ache, a binding chain, Through endless nights and weary days,
It weaves its thread in darkened ways.
No dawn to break this somber spell, In hollow depths, where sorrows dwell, A rider on a steed of black,
Through dreams of pain, no turning back.
Each step a whisper, cold and stark, In realms where echoes leave their mark,
No respite found, no solace near, Just endless paths of silent fear.
—Timothy Charles Carter