She rules the dark days,
where shadows stretch and murmur,
the hours weighed down by silence,
each tick of the clock a reminder
of battles fought in the quiet corners
of the heart.

Her laughter is a flicker of light,
dancing through the gloom like fireflies,
casting spells on the weary,
transforming despair into a land
of resilience, woven with threads
of hope and defiance.

In the stillness, she...