A Love Disdained

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.