The night rolls in like a slow, sad song,
A lonesome wind, where I belong.
The moon hangs heavy, just out of reach,
Casting shadows on an empty beach.
The guitar hums, a sorrowed tune,
A broken heart beneath the moon.
Every note a sigh, a quiet plea,
For the things that never came to be.
The streets are hollow, cold and bare,
Echoing dreams left in the air.
In the corner, a trumpet cries,
Telling stories of goodbyes.
But there’s a beauty in this pain,
In the silver threads of rain,
That wash away the hurt, the loss,
Beneath the weight, we bear the cost.
So, sing the blues, deep and low,
Let the sorrow ebb and flow.
For in the heartache, there’s a spark,
A light that flickers in the dark.
Crislyn Lance is a literary artist specializing in writing fiction and fantasy. She uses her imagination and love for any and all things magical, to create new worlds and characters to show off her creative skills. Crislyn has been creating works since she was eleven years old. She has been featured in the Mississippi School of the Arts literary Journal. She has had an Honorable mention in the Eudora Welty Contest in 2023. She also has gotten a silver key in the Scholastic writing competition in 2023.