In Shadows Deep

by Siddharth Mukherjee (13)

In shadows deep, where time does lose its thread,

Death lurks, a specter draped in somber shroud,

In endless night, where dreams and hopes have fled.

We wander through life's labyrinth, misled,

By fleeting joys and sorrows, never cowed,

In shadows deep, where time does lose its thread.

Yet, in this dance of life, we're often spread,

In paths of digression, far from what's vowed,

In endless night, where dreams and hopes have fled.

From birth to death, a journey we have sped,

A tale of moments lived and moments plowed,

In shadows deep, where time does lose its thread.

The Reaper's scythe, a cold and solemn spread

Reminds us all, in silence, we're endowed,

In endless night, where dreams and hopes have fled.

But still, we rise, with courage in our stead,

Embracing life, though doubts may be avowed,

In shadows deep, where time does lose its thread,

In endless night, where dreams and hopes have fled.