In the garden where thorns embrace the rose,
A tale unfolds of love that wears a mask.
The whispered promises that darkness chose,
To bind two souls within an endless task.
A dance of echoes in the moonlit night,
Where tender words conceal the hidden sting.
In every gaze, a flicker of delight,
Yet shadows linger, clipped on fragile wing.
The silken threads that weave their gentle snare,
Entwine the heart with chains of sweetened lies.
What once was bright now fades into despair,
As truth reveals the sorrow in disguise.
Yet even in the depth of this cruel game,
A flicker of redemption dares to glow.
For in the ashes of a love aflame,
The seeds of hope and healing softly grow.