In shadows deep where nightmares tread,
Beneath a sky of charcoal dread,
I walk alone, through forest black,
The world a weight upon my back.

The moon is but a phantom's gleam,
A whisper in a broken dream,
Each step a silent scream of will,
A battle fought on every hill.

The wind it howls, a ghostly cry,
A lullaby for those who die,
But I press on, through thorn and mire,
Fueled by a dark, unyielding fire.

The wolves, they stalk with eyes of red,
Their hunger keen, their gaze widespread,
Yet I, a wraith in tattered guise,
Move through the night, with steely eyes.

The stars, they flicker, cold and far,
Each one a distant, dying star,
But still they guide, with light so pale,
A compass in this endless vale.

No comfort in this void I find,
Only the strength within my mind,
To fight, to claw, to bleed, to strive,
In this dark world, I must survive.