hollow footsteps, cloaked by night
of sadness known through tortured sight
the willow weeps for solitude
as an owl moans a gloomy interlude.
reflection in the glossy lake
if i should die before i wake...
a tear shatters the silent face
that seeks solace in this deserted place
wind whispers through the willows leaves,
and the owl, perched high silently grieves.
forever lost, each journey taken
plagues the mind, the nights awaken
troubled visions, thoughts of yesterdays
that seems like beacons, silently lives away....
random comforts cannot ease this soul,
for knowledge takes its weary toll
the one who suffers with each breath,
shall remain lost haunted by death.
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