In The Dead Of Night Poem by Lara Valquez

In the dead of night, the silence cracks—
A shiver rolls through shadowed cracks.
Nightmares haunt where demons dare to stare,
Whispers drift through frozen air.

Hourglass frozen in crystal fear,
Time trapped tight, no moment near.
Gravestones stand in fated rows,
Marking paths no living knows.

In the distance, a fragile gleam,
A filtered dawn, subdued and slight.
A casket holds a fragile hope,
A secret pulse to help us cope.

A flicker born of dying fire,
A subtle longing, quiet desire.
Bound within a handful of dreams,
Where nothing's ever as it seems.

Yet from this dark, a spark will rise,
Beneath the weight of midnight skies.
The shattered night will yield to day,
And shadows fold and slip away.