Ballad to the Stars

Fingertips bleed on weathered strings, a dirge for you alone

Haunted melody the wind now sings, where echoes of your laughter moan

Rusting porch swing sways in time, with shadows on the wall

Where whispers of your name still climb, through memories that sprawl

Love a phoenix, burned too bright, consumed by crimson skies

Ashes on the embers' light, in teardrops on my eyes

Your ghost a siren in the mist, a flame that won't expire

I scream your name into the fist, of this unending fire

Moonlight paints your silhouette, on canvas of the night

A bittersweet phantom silhouette, that dances in the fading light