Beneath the earth where shadows weave,

In caverns dark where lost souls grieve,

It is easy to get lost in the underworld,

Where secrets deep and dark unfurled.

The paths are twisted, void of light,

A labyrinth in endless night.

Echoes whisper, stones cry out,

In silence, hear the voices shout.

Old ruins guard their ancient tales,

Of love, of loss, of mournful wails.

A river flows with memories,

Of those who fell to silent seas.

The air is thick with tales of yore,

Of heroes bold, of blood and war.

It is easy to get lost in the underworld,

Where time stands still, and fate is twirled.

Yet in this gloom, a flicker bright,

A lone soul wanders, seeking light.

Through treacherous paths and haunted groves,

Through dreams and fears, the spirit roves.

For in the dark, where shadows weave,

In the heart where sorrows grieve,

One finds the strength to brave the cold,

To forge a path, to seek, to hold.

It is easy to get lost in the underworld,

But in the depths, the soul is pearled.

For in the maze of night and dread,

A beacon shines, where hope is fed.