In whispers dark, the tale is told,
Of hearts once warm, now bitter cold.
Where love, a cloak, hides deeds untold,
And life's bright colors turn to mold.

Fair maidens fair, with eyes so bright,
Caught in love's web, a haunting plight.
Their laughter masked by tears at night,
As shadows grow, obscuring light.

Fingers once entwined in tender grace,
Now clenched in anger, in love's disgrace.
Where once was solace, now there's no trace,
Just echoes of a shattered vase.

Beware, dear...