A Forgotten Melody, Haunting and Forlorn ] (Under the Floorboards)

A Forgotten Melody, Haunting and Forlorn ] (Under the Floorboards)

A Forgotten Melody, Haunting and Forlorn (Under the Floorboards)
In the darkened depths where shadows wane,
A melody whispers, mournful and plain.
Its notes, now brittle, like dust in the air,
Echo through silence, a ghost unaware.

Once, it danced in the chambers of grace,
Now tangled in webs where memories trace.
Forgotten harmonies weave through the floor,
Lost in the creak of a heart that’s no more.

Each quiver of sound is a fleeting embrace,
Of a song once tender, now lost without trace.
Hollowed and distant, its sorrowful cries,
Linger in corners where daylight never flies.

Beneath rotting wood and the rust of decay,
This tune of regret refuses to fray.
It clings to the fibers, a phantom’s lament,
In the darkened recesses where time is spent.

The melody’s fragments are drenched in dismay,
A requiem played in a minor decay.
It sings to the darkness, its voice forlorn,
A dirge for the dreams that the dust has adorned.

Once lively and bright, now faded and stark,
It fades with the whispers of shadows so dark.
The sorrowful strains of a forgotten tune,
Haunt the creaking boards beneath a forgotten moon.

This symphony of sorrow, caught in decay,
Replays in the silence of a night gone astray.
Lost in the woodwork, it mourns in disguise,
A melody weeping through time’s cold goodbyes.