Beneath the weeping moon, I stand alone,
A hollow wraith in fields of shattered bone.
The wind howls my name in tongues unknown,
A dirge of sorrow, ice, and stone.
No light to guide, no hand to hold,
Just shadows whispering, "Let go."
Drown in the abyss of endless night,
Where stars are swallowed by their own light.
No solace here, no fleeting grace,
Only the void’s cold embrace.
These hands that claw at frozen earth,
Unearthing echoes of my birth
A curse in blood, a soul undone,
A requiem for the setting sun.
I am the ghost in the mirror’s gaze
The silent scream in the blizzard’s haze
Let the blight consume my name
Let the world forget my shame.