In the shadows where whispers wail,  

A creature coils with subtle guile,  

Temptation’s breath, a haunting tale,  

In dreams it hides, yet dressed in style.  

With siren songs, it draws one near,  

A tender touch, a fleeting grace,  

Yet chains are forged in hearts sincere,  

As dusk devours the morning’s face.  

In opium’s embrace, so sweet,  

The world dissolves in velvet haze,  

And all that once was firm retreat,  

In hunger’s depth, the spirit sways.  

Yet ‘neath the veil of night, there glows,  

A truth that quivers, softly spun,  

For souls that wander, lost, yet knows,  

That dawn will break, and shadows run.  

Oh, to rise where light renews,  

With strength reclaimed, from binding thrall,  

To breathe the air of morning’s muse,  

And taste the freedom in its call.