In the heart of night, when silence reigns,
A whisper calls from shadowed lanes,
Temptation’s voice in velvet tones,
Weaving dreams from flesh and bones.

Beneath the moon’s unyielding gaze,
A tangled web of dark malaise,
Where desires dance in fervent flames,
Igniting souls with whispered names.

The path of sin, both broad and wide,
Beckons those who dare to hide,
In its embrace, the heart succumbs,
To fleeting joys and beating drums.

Yet in the shadows, truth remains,
A light unseen through window panes,
For every sin, a lesson learned,
In the silent whispers, wisdom burned.