In the depths of a stormy sea, a maelstrom of pain resides
Hatred, envy, and lust for power, a trio of sirens, beckoning us to collide
With the rocky shores of our souls, where waves of anguish crash and roar
And the tides of torment, forever leave us poor

A tapestry of twilight, woven with threads of despair
A brocade of broken dreams, with heartaches' dark embroidery to spare
For in its folds, no light can seep
Only an endless night, a soul's dark sleep

Yet, for centuries, this labyrinthine heart has been veiled
A secret chamber, where shadows have prevailed
A odyssey of self, where each one must navigate
Through the whirlpools of their own, darkest estate

For though we inherit the legacy of our ancestors' strife
A heritage of heartaches, forever to rife
We must still find our own North Star, our own guiding light
Uncover the truths, to banish the dark of night

So let us not be seduced by the serpents of our past
Nor lost in the wilderness, of forever to forecast
But seek the phoenix, in love's transformative fire
And rise from the ashes, to our hearts' greatest desire

For in the end, it's not the darkness that defines our fate
But the light we choose, the love that creates
Our souls, our essence, our very existence anew
Let us choose the light, and our true selves, forever shine through.