In the shadows of an echoing night,
A haunting aria whispers soft and low,
With notes that weave a tapestry of light,
Illuminating paths where phantom visions flow.
Each shattered prelude, a tale untold,
Of dreams that linger, fragile and unbound,
Wistful elegy in the moon's embrace,
Where time stands still, yet love is never found.
An endless harmony plays through the dark,
A dance of spirits, entwined in despair,
As frozen minuet haunts every spark,
The silence speaks of the burdens we bear.
In the frail glow of forgotten stars,
The music beckons, calling us to see,
A crimson overture ignites the scars,
A symphony formed from all we could be.
The forgotten waltz sways with the past,
Each movement echoes like a fleeting sigh,
As shadows drift and memories are cast,
In this vast ocean where lost hopes lie.
So let us gather these notes, like leaves in fall,
Crafting from sorrow a poignant refrain,
For in each whisper, we rise and we fall,
In perfect harmony, we will sing the pain.
And together we’ll find, in the fading light,
A resolution wrapped in twilight’s tender glow,
As we bid farewell to the lingering night,
We dance on the edge where the true rivers flow.
Classical
Haunting aria, Shattered prelude, Wistful elegy, Endless harmony, Frozen minuet, Crimson overture, Forgotten waltz