In the shadowed corners of the mind,
Where silken threads of desire weave,
A dance begins, both bold and blind,
In this tangled web we often believe.

Temptation whispers with a velvet voice,
Its melody a siren’s call to the heart,
In every choice lies a hidden rejoice,
Yet beneath, the seeds of sorrow start.

The night wraps softly around the soul,
Cradling dreams both tender and wild,
Sin, a fire we struggle to control,
In its embrace, we are both lost and beguiled.

But as dawn breaks, with its gentle light,
The echoes of that dance slowly fade,
Leaving shadows that hint at the night,
A reminder of the choices we’ve made.