In the quiet shadow of the moonlit night,
Where stars whisper tales of forgotten dreams,
Loneliness weaves its intricate design,
A tapestry of echoes and silent screams.

Among the echoes of the heart’s desire,
A solitary tear makes its gentle descent,
Carving paths upon cheeks like streams of fire,
In the vastness of a world indifferent.

Within the hollow chambers of the soul,
A yearning voice calls out into the void,
Seeking solace in the endless scroll,
Of time’s passage, where hope is oft destroyed.

Yet in the stillness, a promise remains,
A whisper of dawn beyond the night’s gloom,
For even in solitude’s tightest chains,
The heart finds strength to bloom and resume.