In twilight’s arms, a tale takes flight,
A tapestry spun, secrets alight.
Content whispers, a gentle kiss,
Love’s embrace in the moonlit bliss.

“Content we are,” lovers confide,
Stars twinkle, a celestial guide.
Yet shadows linger, subtle and sly,
A mystery hidden, a watchful eye.

Through sorrow’s orchard, a river cries,
Melancholy notes, where a heart denies.
Tears on love’s petals, a mournful dove,
Dialogue of pain, coos from above.

Joy, a butterfly, dances on air,
Laughter’s echo, beyond compare.
But whispers rustle in the leaves,
Paranoia’s dialogue, a tension that cleaves.

“Joy is a mask, so fragile, so thin,
Beneath it lies a world of sin.
Sense the tremor, the lurking dread,
In elation’s corners, where shadows are fed.”

Horror emerges from the heart of night,
A chilling breeze, fear takes flight.
Moonlight reveals faces unknown,
Dialogue of terror, a shiver-prone.

“Embrace the darkness,” the voice entreats,
In the labyrinth where fear competes.
Juxtapose joy and despair,
Mystery thrives, paranoia’s lair.

So, the tapestry weaves, emotions at play,
Contentment, love, sorrow’s array.
In life’s symphony, shadows have their say,
As night surrenders to the break of day.

:: 02.01.2024 ::