Vale Visions

In moonlit veil, the forest weeps
A song too soft for mortal ears
Where shadows in the silence creep
And cradle all forgotten fears

The trees, like specters, bend and sway
Their boughs adorned with ghostly bloom
Each petal black as death’s own day
A fragile beauty cloaked in gloom

The air is thick with sorrow's breath
Yet strangely sweet, it fills the night
A dance between both life and death
Where darkness sighs in pale starlight

And in this place, both fair and fell
A single figure stands alone
Its face a mask of long-lost hell
Yet haunting grace its only throne

Its eyes, though void, still gleam with tears
A mourning none can hope to know
A beauty formed through endless years
Of grief too deep for time to show

The vision fades as dawn draws near
But still its echo fills the air
A sorrow so divine, so clear
That none can look, and none can bear