Whispers of Deception: Echoes of Despair

 Has the world deceived you?
Or have you ever deceived the world?
They say, world is valance, then,
Why lay on the ground curled?

You could be the elven king,
Or be a scared dwarf ,
And still be valued akin a thing; 
Forever lost in realms, the old tales bring.

In the ancient groove where the spirits weep,
The restless ghosts their vigil keep.
Their mournful cry an ancient song,
Reverberating through the dusk so long.

Deep in the enchanted forest of the mind,
Where echoes of what could be, lay entwined.
The essence of potential takes it's form;
Amidst the tempest, it weathers the storm.

Oh, the threatening sadness that never sleeps,
Where tears of the night forever seep.
In the realm where thoughts meet despair,
Lonely hearts yearn for solace in the air.

For even in the dance of shadows' embrace,
Where secrets linger and memories ease the case.
And the deceiving sadness finds it's reprieve;
In souls who dare to feel and believe.

Invited are all the elves, the dwarfs, the fall,
The Witcher, the butcher and the wolves of Hati & Skoll,
For this mystic realm is open for all;
So rise above them barriers and stand tall.

Know that everything ends and so will we,
For within our grasp lies the key;
To aid unlock the secrets of what could be.

                                                                              ~Aansh