In shadows deep, a solitary figure roams, On a path where love's warmth never finds its home. Beneath the weight of memories, heavy and grim, He walks a loveless journey, his heart grown dim.

Once, he danced in the embrace of her sweet gaze, But betrayal's sting left his heart in a haze. Now, haunted by echoes of promises shattered, He wanders, his soul by loneliness tattered.

The moon bears witness to his silent plight, As he walks through the darkness, shunning the light. For he knows too well the pain of love's deceit, And vows to keep his heart in retreat.

No more will he seek the solace of her touch, For love's cruel illusion has hurt him too much. Destined to wander, alone and estranged, His path devoid of love, forever unchanged.

Yet in the depths of his solitude's embrace, He finds a strange solace, a quiet grace. For though love's flame may flicker and die, His spirit endures, resilient and spry.

So let him walk on, in the cold of the night, A man untouched by love's fleeting delight. For in the absence of love's tender reign, He finds a freedom, a peace to sustain.