Midnight Lament

The moon hangs low in the sky,

A silver orb in a sea of black,

Its light casts shadows on the ground,

And the world is silent, save for the sound

Of a lonely owl in the distance.

The night is dark and full of dread,

A time of sorrow and regret,

When the ghosts of the past come to haunt,

And the memories of love and loss taunt

The weary soul that wanders alone.

The stars above twinkle and shine,

Like tears in the eyes of the divine,

A reminder of the beauty that once was,

And the hope that still lingers, just because

We dare to dream of a brighter tomorrow.

But for now, we must embrace the gloom,

And let the darkness consume,

For it is in the shadows that we find,

The strength to leave the past behind,

And to rise again, renewed and reborn.

So let us mourn the midnight hour,

And all the pain that it may devour,

For in our sorrow, we find the light,

That guides us through the darkest night,

And leads us to a brighter dawn.