In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with moon’s light,
A soul of sorrow, deep and wise,
Writes with tears in his eyes.

Jaun Elia, a name etched in pain,
Through verses, he walks in the rain,
Each line a sigh, each word a tear,
His poetry, a mirror to his fear.

In the realm of broken dreams,
He finds solace in silent screams,
A seeker of truth in a world of lies,
His heart, a cage where freedom dies.

Yet in his grief, beauty takes flight,
In the darkness, he finds his light,
For Jaun Elia, a poet forlorn,
His legacy, eternally reborn.