Beneath the Veil of Sorrow

In shadows deep, where whispers weep,

A tale unfolds, of sorrows steep.

A heart entwined, in threads of gray,

In twilight's grip, it fades away.

The moon, a tear, in heaven's eye,

Reflects the ache, a silent cry.

Through somber echoes, darkness weaves,

A melody of lost hopes leaves.

Each petal falls, from wilted rose,

In gardens of despair it grows.

A symphony of tear-stained notes,

In solitude, the soul devotes.

The stars above, like distant dreams,

Glimmer faint in muted streams.

A river flows with liquid pain,

Through veins of night, a ghostly stain.

The canvas painted with despair,

A masterpiece of deep despair.

The poet's pen, a quill of grief,

Writes verses of a withered leaf.

Embraced by shadows, heartache's kin,

A requiem for what has been.

In echoes of the past, we find,

A melancholy, intertwined.

Through tearful verses, sadness weaves,

A tapestry of shattered leaves.

In solitude, the poet grieves,

A mournful dance, where sorrow cleaves.