Nocturnis Veil

In silent twilight it lies concealed,

a cage that guards its secret deep,

within, a final rose revealed,

a heart of night the shadows keep.

Petals black as a vow unspoken,

etched with scars of the eternal,

it drinks from silence, winds that are broken,

a captive flame in a garden infernal.

Cursed beauty, in iron confined,

wilted sighs from a time long past,

a soul enchained, yet love aligned,

bleeding in darkness, but steadfast.

O sorrowed rose, queen of the deep,

your prison glows with the songs you keep.

whispering secrets no one hears.

The rain sketches shadowed paths,

and the darkness embraces the soul that today

knows only how to wait, voiceless and still.

The world outside blurs, distant,

like a memory breaking in the shadow.

Within, silence is a constant lover,

and every falling drop names me,

reminds me that all is fleeting.

I walk among echoes no one hears,

where time shatters and the moon perseveres.

I keep my secrets like treasures in the dark,

and my soul rises while the world falls apart.

Solitude doesn’t weigh me; it defines,

and in every silence, my essence aligns.

Among shadows and whispers, I feel alive,

for my dark heart still breathes and thrives.

beneath a sky that no longer breathes.

No life nor death can forbid the memory my hands still weave.