The nocturnal lady

 In the gloom of the night, under a starry sky, a lonely lady walks, her heart broken. Near the cemeteries, where souls rest, her tears mix with the mist, like a sad romance.

Oh, sorrowful lady, what secrets do you carry in your bosom? What stories of pain and loss have left you devastated? Your children, now absent, were gone in a fateful moment, a cruel accident that left your soul in constant agony.

Her steps are silent, like whispers on the breeze, and the wind carries with it her lamentations, her sad haste. Was it a clash of fates or a design of chance? The lady doesn't know, she only feels the emptiness in her gaze.

Oh, sorrowful lady, what secrets do you carry in your bosom? What stories of pain and loss have left you devastated? Your children, now absent, were gone in a fateful moment, a cruel accident that left your soul in constant agony.

 The tombs whisper their names, like echoes in the fog, and the moon, a silent witness, illuminates their sad path. How many nights has she wandered, searching for answers in vain? How many more tears will she fall before he finds her arcana?

Oh, sorrowful lady, what secrets do you carry in your bosom? What stories of pain and loss have left you devastated? Your children, now absent, were gone in a fateful moment, a cruel accident that left your soul in constant agony.