Beneath a moonlit sky, the ballroom gleams,
With silken gowns and masks, a vibrant scene.
A waltz begins, a symphony of dreams,
While whispers dance, unseen, a hidden sheen.
But in the shadows, where the darkness lies,
A queen of silk and venom takes her stand.
Her eyes, like emeralds, glint with cruel surprise,
A web of power spun across the land.
Her silken gown, a tapestry of night,
Embroidered with the secrets of the soul.
Each thread a snare, each bead a wicked light,
To lure the foolish, and to take control.
The masquerade, a dance of fear and grace,
As Spider Queen, she weaves a deadly lace.
- Author: Dove (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 29th, 2024 11:35
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
Comments1
A good tale Dove.
Awe, Thanks for stopping by.🎃😁😍
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