In the hollow night where echoes sigh,  
Beneath the weight of a shrouded sky,  
Life flickers dim with a whispering ghost,  
Time’s fleeting kiss is a muted host.  

With each heartbeat, a sorrowful toll,  
As dreams disperse like the leaves that fall,  
The specter of death in the twilight's embrace,  
Hovers near in this desolate place.  

A dance of shadows on gravestones worn,  
Each moment cherished may turn to scorn;  
For life is but dust in the coldest breeze,  
A tale written down with forgotten pleas.  

We walk through valleys where echoes won't fade,  
Chasing lost hopes in the twilight shade.  
In darkness we linger, and what do we find?  
Only shadows that echo a heart left behind.