Lies Woven, Love Stolen
A Villanelle of Betray and Sorrow
She weaves her lies with silken, cruel thread,
Before her shadow fell upon their door,
Their father's voice, echoes, hushed - now dead.
In days before, when laughter spread free,
She came, a storm, her whispers turned to a roar,
She weaves her lies with silken, cruel thread.
Their smiles, once bright, now shadows by the sea,
Her grip, a vice, on happiness they wore,
Their father's voice, echoes, hushed - now dead.
Hope's fragile ship, in storms, no longer free,
Their trust in him, shattered evermore,
She weaves her lies with silken, cruel thread.
At his end, her fiction, widely known, a decree,
His tale, now twisted in her spider’s lore,
Their father's voice, echoes, hushed - now dead.
Denied their right, in grief they had to flee,
In sorrow's depth, their hearts so sore,
She weaves her lies with silken, cruel thread,
Their father's voice, echoes, hushed - now dead.
About the Creator
Xine Segalas
"This is my art - and it's dangerous!" Okay, maybe not so dangerous, but it could be - if - when I am in a mood.
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