In shadows cast beneath the moon, Where whispers of sorrow softly croon, We wrestle with the dark unknown, A world undone, a heart unsewn. Yet in this storm of endless night, I seek to mend what's lost in sight. Forgive me, dear, my faltered path; In love's embrace, outlast the wrath. For while we grapple with the end, To you, my heart, a hand I send. Let healing words bridge what we miss, And seal this ache with one last kiss.