In the quiet whispers of night, trust did weave,
Threads of faith in promises, hearts to believe.
Yet shadows stretched where light should dwell,
In silence, the tale of betrayal began to swell.
The stars bore witness to vows once bright,
Now dimmed by secrets hidden from sight.
A heart once open, now cloaked in fear,
In the chasms of deceit, truth disappeared.
A gentle touch turned sharp and cold,
As whispered lies took their hold.
In the ruins of what once was pure,
Betrayal’s scars remain, raw and sure.
Yet from the ashes, courage may rise,
To mend the heart where trust lies.
For in the dawn, new hope can bloom,
To light the shadows of betrayal’s gloom.