Sonnet 3

Upon the shore of melancholy seas,

Where waves of sorrow beat upon the sand,

There is a place of darkness where one flees,

And finds a realm where sorrows understand.

Within that land, a castle made of tears,

Whose turrets pierced the heavens, cold and gray,

Assembled from the burdens, woes, and fears,

That broke the hearts of those who walked astray.

Within the castle's chambers, void of light,

A thousand whispered voices wailed and wept,

Their cries a symphony of endless night,

A song of souls in misery's grasp, accept.

Yet fear not, for in darkness hope can shine,

Embrace the night, and let thy spirit climb.