In the heart's cathedral, echoes mourn, For those who tread where shadows are born. A vigil held beneath the night's shroud, For love dispersed as mist from a cloud. On pathways silent, chilled by the frost, Lies loyalty, like ghosts of love lost. Unclad, truth murmurs through the veils, Of why fervor waned, and passion pales. Let tears flow, unshackled from their chains, Exchanging melancholy for laughter's gains. Sorrow's stains, like ink in the rain, Wash away, nurturing a hopeful refrain. Why wear woe like a amulet of plight, Binding your spirit with perpetual night? Within, a spark remains undimmed, Resilient against where dreams brimmed. A flicker of hope burgeons anew, Why trust, when shadows once grew? In your heart, a lamp lies strewn, Destined to shine 'neath the sovereign moon.