5 Dec 2024 at 7:04 PM

Luckybee:
In shadowed chambers of the mind, where tales abide,
Where whispers echo, yearning hearts collide.
Each yarn a canvas, starkly painted red,
Where sorrow's brush with joy has wed.

Pinkybee:
Stories intertwine in the shadows of our hearts
Darkness whispers, heart to heart
Every story is a masterpiece, every colour oozes
Joy and sorrow dance together, their unknown destinies

Luckybee:
We conjure worlds of fantasy and fright,
Where shadows dance in soft candlelight.
With quills of thought, we etch the scene,
Where heroes fall in battles unforeseen.

Pinkybee:
Inside the castle, countless secrets
And legends of the past are revealed.
We weave our poetry and shape our lessons.
Brave hearts are pierced by betrayal's force.

Luckybee:
A sonnet's structure, rigid and confined,
Allows our thoughts to freely twine.
Each line a path, a quest to find,
Where truth in fiction is entwined.

Pinkybee:
In restricted cases, we draw with words;
The beauty of a structured herd.
Each four-line song sings like a sweet bird;
In sonnet form, truth embraces itself.

Luckybee:
O Muse, lend me thy somber art,
To craft a sonnet from the heart.
Let words flow like a river's might,
Where darkness...