Beneath the moon’s cold, weeping glow
Through shattered panes, the shadows flow
Her whispers haunt the silent hall
Where love betrayed began to fall

Faded roses, petals strewn
Her spirit lingers with the moon
A ghostly ache, a longing sigh
For love that lives, though it must die


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