𝒦𝒾𝑒𝓁𝑒

In a forest where shadows and memories play,
My heart was once light, now burdened with gray.

With dreams spun from whispers of love's sweet embrace,
Yet darkness arrived, with a mask on its face.

He promised adventures on clouds made of lace,
But his hands wrote the verses of dangerous grace.

His laughter, a melody sharp as the ice,
Enticed me to trust a fool's paradise.

Each longing desire was wrapped in his lies,
Each spark of connection met with silent goodbyes.

Oh, desire was a painted canvas anew,
Yet his brush dripped with hatred's malignant hue.

The season of love turned to winter's cruel chill,
As I floated in fog upon fate's barren hill.

He longed for the throne made of desolate dreams,
And I was but mist on his malevolent schemes.

Injustice wore boots that would trample my soul,
As he served up my heart on an extravagant roll.

With every betrayal my spirit then fought
Torn between love and the hatred he brought.

I screamed at the sky while tears mingled with snow,
For each drop was a memory now lost to the flow.

I felt like a captive in dungeons of gloom,
Drowning deep in shadows that festered and bloom.

While solitude sang lullabies sweetly out loud,
And whispered tales of madness that knitted a shroud.

What war did he wage? An invisible fight
As he feasted on nightmares that tangled my night.

For every scrap left of joy slipped through fingers like sand;
He wielded my sorrow as if it were grand.

But within this torment sprouted hope's tiny spark
A beacon ignited amidst all the dark

Through anger like fire and pain's heavy fist,
I learned how to rise from the fog's tortured mist.

Though memories linger like ghosts in retreat,
I'll gather my strength from this monstrous defeat.

The silence betrays what soft tones cannot say;
Yet rising from ashes feels wholesome today.

What power could mark me when faith roots so deep?
Break free from his shadows and finally sleep

For though love once thrived among roses and thorns,
It transformed into armor where new life is born

Drifting like petals wrapped close to despair
I'll dance through the chaos with wings bruised but fair