Shadows Unbroken

A land devoid of hope’s bright flame,
Where silence speaks, and hearts grow tame.
The fields lie bare, the skies weep ash,
Dreams fall to ruin, hopes turn to clash.
No dawn to break the endless gray,
No hand to guide, no voice to stay.
The soul recoils, a hollow shell,
A lifeless echo, a living hell.
Yet deep within, a whisper calls,
Through crumbling stone, through shadowed halls.
For even in despair’s embrace,
Hope waits to bloom, in hidden space.