In shadows deep, where time does creep, Loneliness casts its endless spell. A whisper’s ghost in silence weeps, A heart in sorrows dwell.

A moonless night, no stars alight, In darkness, secrets bind. No solace found, no hope in sight, A soul left far behind.

The mirror’s face, a hollow gaze, Reflections twist and bend. A shadowed life, in endless maze, Where dreams and fears descend.

In ancient woods, where silence broods, The air grows thick and cold. A whisper of forgotten truths, In tales that darkness told.

The wind does wail, a mournful gale, Through branches, twisted, bare. A spectral light, a ghostly trail, In sorrow’s cold despair.

With every breath, a darkened path, Through forests, deep and wild. A spell is cast, a witch’s wrath, Upon the lost, exiled.

In lonely halls, where darkness calls, A chant of fate’s decree. A spellbound soul, a shadow falls, In night’s deep mystery.

The veil is thin, where echoes spin, And silence reigns supreme. A world within, where whispers grin, In dark and mystic dream.

Despair does reign, a constant chain, A life consumed by night. In solitude’s embrace, a soul’s refrain, A world devoid of light.

Each step, a weight, each breath, a fight, In shadows deep and still. No dawn to break the endless night, A heart that time can’t heal.

No hand to hold, no voice to hear, Only the void’s cold touch. Loneliness, a constant fear, A soul that feels too much.

Echoes of laughter, now long gone, Replaced by silent cries. Memories of a sunlit dawn, Now lost in darkened skies.

The days bleed into endless night, A cycle never ending. A soul that wanders without light, In darkness, ever bending.

In corridors of ancient stone, Where shadows writhe and cling, Loneliness carves out its throne, A solitary king.

Time’s cruel passage, slow and stark, A never-ending trial. In endless night, without a spark, A heart, forever in denial.

Silent screams and whispers low, Fill the empty air. A soul adrift, with nowhere to go, Held captive in despair.

In dreams, the shadows come alive, And haunt the restless sleep. In darkness, memories contrive, To make the soul weep.

The stars above, now distant flames, Their light a mocking ghost. In solitude, where no one claims, A heart once loved the most.

Despair’s grip tightens, ever near, With shadows cold embrace. In solitude, the soul must sear, An endless, empty space.

The heart grows weary, hope does fade, Beneath the weight of night. In darkness, there’s no aid, Just absence of all light.

Through endless corridors they tread, In silence and in fear. Their soul, a tapestry of dread, Their heart, a void so clear.

The sun has fled, the moon has wept, The stars no longer glow. In shadows deep, where grief is kept, Their silent sorrows flow.

The void within grows ever wide, A chasm dark and bleak. In loneliness, they try to hide, Yet solace they don’t seek.

So wander here, where darkness leers, In voids where light’s denied. A soul consumed by endless fears, Where shadows, ever, bide.

In every breath, despair does cling, A burden hard to bear. Loneliness, a cruel king, Rules with relentless care.

In shadows deep, their soul does weep, A tale of endless plight. In night’s cold grip, where echoes sleep, There is no dawn, no light.