Wind whispers low, a gentle sigh,
Life's sailed away, I don't know why.

Love's faded hue, a ghost of red,
Dreams still bloom, though hope seems dead.

Closer than close, a hidden grace,
In lonely dark, I find my place.

Night's bitter sting, a cruel deceit,
I walk in quiet, my path to meet.

Wound walks with me, a constant friend,
Pride's strong red will never end.