Beneath a sky of bruised and brooding stars,
Where midnight weeps with wounds that never scar,
I carve your name in embers, faint and frail,
A ghostly hymn to love that dares not fail.
The streets of Cobisa, cloaked in mournful haze,
Whisper secrets of our long-lost days.
Each cobblestone a relic of our fire,
Each shadowed nook a tomb of my desire.
Your laughter lingers, cruel, in twilight’s breath,
A fleeting warmth that courts the arms of death.
I loved you fierce, with a heart that bled and burned,
In darkness forged, where light has never turned.
The olive groves, they mourn with silent cries,
Their twisted limbs reflecting my demise.
Your eyes, once stars, now black as grief’s embrace,
Still haunt the voids where memory holds its place.
I am the ash of vows we swore to keep,
A wraith adrift in love too vast, too deep.
Yet in this gloom, my soul refuses rest,
For you’re the pulse that thunders in my chest.
Oh, love, my ruin, my eternal shade,
In Cobisa’s heart, our ghosts will never fade.
Though sorrow binds me, chained to endless night,
I’d bleed again to hold you in its light.