By the golden hue of dying candle light
Tear sodden pages, stiffle the feathered quill
A desperate yearning to share it all, her passions, her plight
Delicate hand held fast by hearts anguished sorrow
Shadows dancing joyfully upon decaying walls
Baring final witness to the death of her longing
Slain by trust devoured, bright spirit imprisoned within a dismal gloom
Lost in lifes thorned wilderness, the path ahead lay in ruin
Bleakness surrounds in eerie silence, finding sancturary beside her pain
Soul's voiceless screams sturing amid the black winter night
As the lingering sadness drifts towards tainted dreams
The dark shroud of slumber, descends upon emptiness...
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