Beneath the shroud of shadowed skies, In night's embrace, where silence sighs, A heart beats softly, wolven, lone, Yearning for love, never known. Glimpses of a face unreal, A whispered name, a phantom feel, Melancholy paints the dreams, In moonlit hues of dire streams. Phantoms dance where wishes weave, In the hollow depths where spirits grieve, Darkness drapes its velvet veil, Across a love that can't prevail. Yet still, within this night's lament, Hope flickers, though the soul is spent, For in this aching, silent plea, Lies the wish of what could be.