Night’s Embrace

Beneath the weeping willow’s shroud,
Where moonlight dares not linger long,
The air is thick with sorrow’s vow,
A dirge of silence, cold and strong.

The gravestones lean, their names erased,
By time’s unyielding, cruel decay,
Each crack a wound, each mossy trace
A whisper of the soul’s dismay.

My heart, a crypt, entombs the past,
Its echoes pulse through hollow veins,
Love’s phantom lingers, fading fast,
Yet clings to me in rusted chains.

The raven croaks its mournful plea,
Above the fog that cloaks the moor,
Its blackened eyes reflect my grief,
A mirror to the pain I bore.

No warmth remains in starless skies,
No solace in the midnight rain,
My tears, like shadows, softly rise,
To join the earth’s eternal pain.

Oh, specter of my broken dreams,
You haunt the halls where hope once stood,
Your voice, a wail through fractured beams,
Your touch, the chill of widow’s wood.

Forever bound to night’s embrace,
I wander where the dead reside,
My soul, a ghost in this bleak place,
Forever lost, forever tied.