In my mind, a dream did weave,
A group of shadows and hearts aggrieved.
Through moonlit realms as my spirit strayed,
In visions strange, where love decayed.
A spectral waltz appeared as a ghostly masquerade,
Where echoes of a heart, once serenely played.
Her eyes, twin orbs of sorrow\'s abyss,
Betrayed a tale of love disdained, amiss.
Beneath the cloak of ebony\'s lament,
A phantasmal woe, a love misspent.
In the garden of dreams, a rose did bleed,
Its petals pale, the colour of need.
The nightingale sang a mournful song,
Of love entangled, lost, and wronged.
Through the sepulchre of whispered sighs,
Ephemeral echoes of passionate goodbyes.
I trod upon the cobblestone of despair,
Through winding alleys of love\'s nightmare.
The moon, a spectre in the heavens\' vault,
Gazed upon a love condemned, a love at fault.
As shadows danced, their ghastly ballet,
Revealed a tale of love\'s slow decay.
A spectre of her, ethereal and cold,
In silken threads of memories enfold.
A requiem echoed through the haunted air,
A dirge for love, beyond repair.
Beneath the pallid glow of spectral light,
I wandered through the corridors of the night.
Her laughter, once a melody so sweet,
Now echoed as a ghostly, haunting beat.
In the gallery of dreams, portraits blurred,
Of love that faded, languished, and deferred.
Through corridors of forgotten grace,
I glimpsed her visage, a haunting face.
A portrait painted in shades of regret,
A love disdained, a love to forget.
The clock struck the witching hour\'s chime,
A requiem for a love out of time.
In the mosaic of dreams, I saw,
A love disdained, an eternal flaw.
Through veils of sorrow, I sought reprieve,
In the labyrinth of memories, love deceived.
A phantom kiss, a touch out of reach,
A love disdained, a lesson to teach.
The night withdrew, the dream unfurled,
Reality gripped, a chilling world.
A spectre of love, lingering in pain,
A heartache endured, a love disdained.