Shadows of Silence

In the grip of darkness, silence holds tight,

only flickering candles, casting ghosts in the night.

The hum of the city fades to a whisper,

leaving shadows to dance, drawing closer and crisper.

We gather our thoughts, beneath the dim glow,

a patchwork of moments, half-remembered, but slow.

Each breath is a pulse, an echo of fear,

when the power is gone, all we have is what's near.