In the shadowed corners of a quiet mind,
Sylvia whispers secrets to the night,
Her words, a tapestry of longing and loss,
Echo through the corridors of time.

Loneliness, her steadfast companion,
Woven into the fabric of her thoughts,
Each line a mirror reflecting her pain,
In solitude, she finds her voice.

The moon, a silent witness to her heart,
Illuminates the depths of her despair,
Yet in the darkness, a flicker of hope,
A spark ignites the endless night.

Through her verses, she dances with shadows,
In the solitude, she crafts her legacy,
A poignant reminder of fragile beauty,
In loneliness, she finds her strength.