In twilight's gentle, fleeting glow, A love once bright began to go; Her eyes, a mirror clouded tight, Held whispers lost to endless night. A sudden silence, cold and deep, Where promises were laid to sleep; The heart that held a kingdom's grace, Now shadows trace a vacant place. Yet in the hollow, echoes sing, Of moments born of endless spring; And though the dawn may never rise, Her heart once held eternal skies.