Whispers of Shadows: A Dark Romance Poem for a Shattered Dream

Whispers of Shadows: A Dark Romance Poem for a Shattered Dream

Amidst the stillness of the night, where shadows whisper tales untold,
Lies a heart, once brimming with dreams, now silent, dark, and cold.
In this realm of faded roses, where love's light shall never gleam,
Sings a bard, his voice but echoes, of a dark romance for a shattered dream.

Where once there danced a lover's waltz, now only spectres tread,
The ballroom of the broken hearts, where joy has long been dead.
Cobwebs cloak the chandeliers, as time's relentless stream
Washes away the laughter, leaving but a faint, ethereal gleam.

Her visage haunts the corridors, a ghostly, graceful queen,
Her silhouette, a shade that roams through the midnight serene.
Her whispers weave through the willows, a sorrowful, soft extreme,
A symphony of suffered love, for a life that could have been.

In the embrace of the moonlit hue, lost lovers find their stance,
A cursed ballet, forever locked in an unyielding, deathless dance.
For in this darkened sonnet, where the forlorn spirits scream,
Lies a tale of passion perished, a dark romance for a shattered dream.

Oh, woe to thee, heartstricken soul, who dared to dream too bright,
Now doomed to roam eternal night, bereft of love's pure light.
Within the grasp of shadow's love, every hope may seem,
As fleeting as the morning mist, a vapor in the darkened scheme.

But fear not, for within each verse, a truth does softly gleam,
That even in the darkest poem, may lie the seed of hope's extreme.
For though dreams may shatter, scatter far agleam,
Their essence lingers on, in every poet's moonstruck stream.

So let the ink flow freely, tell the stories yet unseen,
Of loves that live in legends, within the heart's demesne.
And though the night be everlasting, a never-ending dream,
Remember, love once shattered, in the darkness, still redeems.