After Dark

In shadows deep, where whispers weep, A canvas painted, sorrow's keep. After dark, the silent spark, Fades away, a love disembarked. Moonlight waltzes, a silver ballet, Echoes linger, as dreams decay. Stars above, like tear-stained glyphs, Illuminate the paths of forgotten shifts. The night unfolds its velvet cloak, Veiling tales, a melancholy stroke. Silhouettes dance, memories spark, After dark, in the graveyard of the heart. Whispers of the wind, a bittersweet hymn, Chasing the ghosts of what could have been. A symphony of sighs, the universe harks, After dark, in the silence that embarks. The fragrance of roses, wilted and pale, In the garden of time, where love set sail. A lullaby sung by the mourning lark, After dark, in the corridors of the dark. Ephemeral shadows, like tears in rain, The heartache lingers, an enduring stain. In the tapestry of night, where emotions embark, After dark, beneath the celestial arc. A solitary figure, lost in the mist, Chasing the echoes that cease to exist. In the moonlit meadow, where memories embark, After dark, a requiem played on the strings of the heart.