The End

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