In the soft glow of the moon, in shadows cast,
A man in sorrow, engrossed in a quiet reverie.
His murmurs reverberate through the dark night.
A silent soul in symphony of grief.
Every tear that falls conceals a story.
The symphony of sadness, unveiled in the shadows.
He is ripped apart as he meanders through the
echoes, shoulders heavy and heart heavy.
Lost in echo of his own misery, he looks to the
midnight air for comfort.
A song of sorrow, a ballad of regrets,
It travels with the weeping night winds.
However, amid the mourning, a glimmer of optimism
A scope, like a phoenix emerging from the ashes.
Because strength can boom in the embrace of
sadness, the bemoaning man finds resilience to display.