In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows weave their gentle song,
A whisper soft, a silent plight,
In melancholy’s embrace, we belong.
Stars flicker like forgotten dreams,
Across the vast and endless sky,
Their light a tale of what once seemed,
A dance of moments passing by.
The moon, a watchful guardian high,
Reflects the solitude of the heart,
Its glow a balm for those who sigh,
Yet deeper echoes never part.
In every tear that softly falls,
In every breath that feels so cold,
Melancholy’s gentle calls,
A story of the soul retold.