Lament of Forgotten Days

In the stillness of the midnight hour,

Where the moon's pale light does gleam,

Lies a garden, once in flower,

Now a shadowed, distant dream.

Through the corridors of time I wander,

Ghostly echoes call my name,

In this realm where spirits ponder,

I am lost within the same.

Memories, like autumn leaves,

Falling soft in twilight's haze,

In my heart, a sorrow weaves,

Songs of long-forgotten days.

Each whisper of the night wind carries,

Tales of joy and silent tears,

In this place where time oft tarries,

Haunted by the yesteryears.

Candles flicker, dim and dying,

In the darkened, empty hall,

Where the ghost of youth is lying,

Bound within nostalgia's thrall.

The raven croaks its mournful tune,

Perched upon the mantle high,

'Midst the shadows of the moon,

In the echo of a sigh.

Thus I dwell in endless twilight,

With the phantoms of my past,

In this land where day meets night,

Eternal, memories cast.

Oh, to touch the days departed,

Feel the warmth of youth once more,

But in shadows, I am thwarted,

Lost upon this spectral shore.

Nostalgia, sweet and bitter wine,

Poured from chalice old and worn,

In your depths I do resign,

To the dreams of life once born.