In the deep night's velvet shroud,

Where shadows dance and whispers speak,

A solitary figure bows its head,

Tears of crimson on pale cheeks.

Each drop a story untold,

Each sigh a heavy burden borne,

In the silence of the night,

A lonely heart is torn.

The crimson tears like rubies fall,

A symphony of pain and love entwined,

In the darkness, a secret call,

To heal the wounds of a shattered mind.

So let the tears of crimson flow,

A haunting melody, a bittersweet song,

In their beauty, a sorrowful glow,

A poetry of tears, forever strong.