Baskadia

In the realm where shadows linger,

A symphony of sorrow, a plaintive singer.

For those who bear a heavy heart,

In the tapestry of grief, they play a part.

Beneath the moon's melancholic gaze,

Lost souls wander through a lonely maze.

The stars, like tears, adorn the night,

A celestial elegy for hearts in plight.

In the garden of despair, flowers weep,

Their petals soaked in sorrows deep.

Silent echoes of a broken song,

For those who've known love's cruel wrong.

The willow weeps by the silent stream,

Its branches aching, caught in a dream.

Each tear that falls, a tale untold,

In the hushed lullaby of sorrows old.

Through the mist of memories, they roam,

The haunted hearts that long for home.

A requiem whispers in the cold wind's breath,

A hymn for those lost in the dance of death.

Oh, weary souls, in the shadows' embrace,

Find solace in the moon's tender grace.

For even in sorrow's relentless tide,

Hope, like a phoenix, may yet reside.

Though the night may seem endless, dark,

A spark of resilience ignites a spark.

For in the quiet, where sadness weaves,

New beginnings emerge from shattered leaves.

So, let the tears fall like gentle rain,

Washing away the echoes of silent pain.

In the shadows of solitude, find release,

For even in sadness, there lies a peace.