In the shadowed corners of the soul’s deep sea,
Whispers of morality softly tread,
Guiding footsteps on paths unseen,
Where virtue and vice quietly wed.

The heart’s compass spins in delicate sway,
Between desires’ call and conscience’s plea,
An eternal dance on life’s grand stage,
Where choices define who we aspire to be.

Through tempests fierce and tranquil skies,
The moral thread weaves tales untold,
Binding the fabric of our human guise,
With threads of courage and strands of gold.

In moments fleeting, yet profoundly vast,
The silent whispers guide our fate,
A timeless echo from the past,
Urging us to love, not hate.