A tragic poem of a lost lover

In shadows cast by mournful moon,

A tragic tale of love consumed,

I sing of a lost lover's gloom,

Whose heart was buried in the tomb.

Once, a flame burned bright and true,

Two souls entwined, their love it grew,

But fate, a cruel and callous thief,

Snatched away this love, with no relief.

Oh, how their laughter filled the air,

As whispers danced without a care,

Promises, like petals on the breeze,

Now lay shattered, like a shipwrecked seas.

In tender moments, their fingers touched,

Their love a tapestry, beautifully lush,

But life's tempests raged with bitter might,

And tore them apart in the darkest of night.

He sought her visage in every crowd,

Yet she was lost, nowhere to be found,

Her absence a wound that never healed,

A love lost, forever concealed.

He wandered through the misty moors,

Haunted by memories, love's sweet allure,

The echoes of her laughter in his mind,

A torment that left no solace to find.

And so he walks, a ghostly specter,

Searching for her, his love's protector,

But she resides in a realm unknown,

Leaving him to grieve and mourn alone.

A tragic poem of a lover lost,

Whose heart was shattered, at such great cost,

In every verse, his sorrow's profound,

A melody of love forever unbound.