Dance of Shadows

In the twilight's penumbra, shadows dance,

A silent melody where loneliness advances.

Stars witness the dance of abandonment,

In a nocturnal poem, voiceless and ownerless.

Among the night's murmurs, a lament echoes,

The song of shadows, sad and captivating.

The moon, an accomplice to the dance of darkness,

Paints the sky with hues of melancholy in abundance.

On the stage of emptiness, the steps of sorrow resound,

The dance of shadows, where the soul entwines.

The moonlight, like a fragile lament,

Reveals the spectacle of pain, of disenchantment.

Each shadow, a verse in the nocturnal symphony,

Each step, an echo in the taciturn dance.

And in the silence, the poem unfolds,

In the dance of shadows, loneliness enfolds.

The universe, a silent spectator of the drama,

While the shadows dance, without hope.

And in the profound night, where silence nestles,

The dance of shadows reveals the sad fate.

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