Ebony tears

In the deep shadows of midnight,
Where the ebony cries his lament,
Dark tears, like the scourge itself,
I weave a grey poem.

In the frozen silence of eternal night,
Drops of ebony fall from the sky,
Each one an internal story,
A sad sigh, a cruel sorrow.

The heart, once a melody,
Now echoes a song of pain,
Tears of ebony, pure agony,
Dripping on each petal of the flower.

Among dancing shadows, tears flow,
Dark secrets, in rivers mingle,
Ebony pours out what the soul has built,
In nightly verses, their sorrows shine.

The moon witnesses the subtle weeping,
Reflecting ebony in the night sky,
Is the sadness that flows like a subtle thread,
An ethereal dance, an internal lament.

May the black skies embrace the fallen tears,
Ebony echoes in every lost star,
In a poem of shadows, in wounded souls,
Tears of ebony, poetry of life.

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