Dark Love's Vile Lure

In the depths of shadows, where darkness thrives,

A tale of love unfolds, where agony survives.

For love, a wicked beast, with venomous embrace,

Whispers sweet deceit, a mask upon its face.

Beneath the moon's pale glow, it creeps and slithers,

Leaving behind shattered hearts and withered flowers.

Its touch, a sickly caress, akin to a serpent's bite,

Binding souls together, drowning them in endless night.

Love's cruel laughter echoes through the empty halls,

As it feasts upon hope, tearing down sturdy walls.

Beneath its tender words, lies a venomous sting,

Devouring innocence, with every poisonous fling.

It lures the desperate souls into its wicked snare,

Leaving them broken, gasping for a breath of air.

A cruel mistress, love torments with ruthless glee,

Leaving scars upon the heart that never truly flee.

In the name of passion, it orchestrates its vile play,

Leaving behind ruins in its ruthless disarray.

The promises it weaves, a tapestry of deceit,

Leaving shattered dreams and bitter tears in its heat.

Beware, dear traveler, of love's seductive art,

For beneath its enchantment lies a treacherous heart.

It revels in despair, thriving on the pain it brings,

Leaving naught but darkness, where once love had wings.

So guard your heart against its deceptive spell,

For love, in its darkness, can lead you to hell.

Seek solace in the light, and let caution be your guide,

Escape the clutches of love, where darkness does reside.