In the heart of night, Solitude creeps,
A shadowy figure that silently weeps.
With tear-streaked cheeks and heavy sighs,
It whispers in the wind with mournful cries.

Solitude dances with the falling rain,
Each drop a tale of hidden pain.
It paints the sky in shades of blue,
A melancholy hue that lingers true.

Through the mist, Solitude softly calls,
Echoing in empty halls.
It wraps the world in a somber shroud,
A gentle touch, both quiet and loud.

Like a ghost, Solitude wanders near,
A companion in moments drear.
It weaves its sorrow in every breath,
Embracing all in the arms of death.
© eriffas_thel