In the depths of a silent night, sorrow speaks,
Whispering tales of hearts that break,
Stars above seem to gently weep,
As shadows from the past awake.

The moon casts a melancholic glow,
On fields where memories softly lie,
Each tear a story left untold,
Beneath the vast and mournful sky.

Winds of grief caress the trees,
Murmuring secrets in their boughs,
A symphony of lost loves and pleas,
Echoing through the night’s dark vows.

Yet in sorrow’s embrace, a flicker of light,
A hope that dawn will bring new day,
For even in the darkest night,
The promise of tomorrow holds sway.