With eyes made moist by wind’s harsh sting,
He watched the day take wing and fade.
His hope had fled, alas, in vain,
The shadow of lost joy remained.

He stared into eternal night,
And wept for pain that gripped him tight
For love and hate, for truths betrayed,
For lies that cut, for dreams that strayed.

Then suddenly, he laughed—so wild,
As though a storm had burst inside.
He stepped into the void below—
And found release from love's cruel woe.