Whispers of Absence

In the dream of my night

No storyteller did preside

Sunlight lacked its elixir

Life's essence seemed denied

Blood's hue, it did not show

Skies bereft of their azure glow

Fields lay barren, devoid of green

Existence absent, an unseen sheen

In the canvas of my nocturne

No vibrant hues, no tales in turn

Yet within this void's embrace

Echoes of a mystic grace

Dreams adrift, unspoken tales

Silent whispers in twilight's trails

In absence, beauty found a way

A poignant song in night's display