In shadows deep, where mournful echoes sigh,

I tread the path where silent whispers lie.

With every step, the weight of sorrow grows,

A heavy heart that only Silent knows.

The moon, a ghostly lantern in the night,

Illuminates my grief in silver light.

Her memory, a fragile, fleeting shade,

In twilight’s grasp, where love and loss cascade.

In silence, I recall her tender gaze,

Her laughter, now a ghost of better days.

The Underworld awaits, its gates so near,

Yet all I carry is my love and fear.

Through Kur's dark realm, where shadows coil and bend,

I journey on, my heart a wound unpenned.

In every breath, her absence echoes loud,

A love entwined within a mourning shroud.

No words can heal the depth of this despair,

No light can pierce the dark we used to share.

Yet in this silence, grief becomes a song,

A testament to love, both deep and strong.

Before the gates, I pause and close my eyes,

Her spirit in the stars, Kur's shadowed skies.

I whisper to the void, my final plea,

"May love transcend, may she remember me."