In chambers dim where shadows creep,
A whispered dread disrupts my sleep.
Alone I sit—my heart exposed,
To specters of the dark, I'm opposed.
Oh, silken voice that haunts me still,
A fleeting echo, a lingering thrill.
Yet in this silence, fear takes hold,
Of losing thee, as night turns cold.
With every tick, the clock's cruel hand
Turns hope to dust, like grains of sand.
A loyal soul, in shadows dwell,
Chained in sorrow, cast in hell.
Through moonlit veils, your laughter rang,
Yet now it fades, a mournful pang.
The void you leave—a chasm wide,
Where once was joy, now fear resides.
This heart, once vibrant, now in chains,
A captive lost in love's refrains.
Haunted by dreams that slip away,
In darkness' clutch, there’s naught to say.
The chill of loneliness wraps me tight,
As phantoms wail in the dead of night.
What fate awaits when love takes flight?
Without your warmth, there blooms no light.
So here I stand, in twilight's grasp,
With trembling hands, my thoughts I clasp.
Loyal until the end, I vow,
But, oh! What sorrow when hearts break now.
In every heartbeat, a silent prayer,
That you might stay; please do not dare
To fade like mist at dawn's ascent—
For without your love, my soul is rent.
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