In shadows where the echoes break,
Beneath a sky so cold,
The whispers of a love once warm
Turn bitter, growing old.
The laughter fades to empty halls,
The promises lie bare,
In every touch now turned to ghost,
An ache beyond repair.
Beneath a sky of endless night,
Where fate has cruelly penned,
The story folds into its close—
And whispers, “The End.”
Written: 2024
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