Adelaide
In the hushed embrace of night's lament, A woman's sigh, like a whispered hymn, Gently flows through the dim chambers of her somber dwelling, Cloaked in mist and solitude. Her countenance, marked by love’s lamented art Her locks, a fiery hue of brick red, Aflame with the moon's tender caress, dance with the night. Each uttered word breathes the weight of unspoken sorrow, Painting a poignant picture of shattered dreams and waning hopes. Once tender vows, exchanged beneath the gentle gaze of moonlight, Now lie fractured and forgotten, Scattered like petals of a wilting flower upon the cold, unforgiving ground. The warmth that once kindled her heart now fades, A flickering flame in the chill of isolation, Casting long shadows upon the remnants of their once vibrant love. To wound her tender heart, he embraced indifference, Forsaking the gentle touches and whispered endearments that once bound them together. Amidst the mournful melody of her lament, She wanders the d