Lure of Shadows

The small dusk where whispers curl,
a path diverged beneath the trees,
we danced on edges, heartbeats chime,
lured by shadows' softest tease.

Each step a question—will we fall?
Beneath the boughs a trap was set,
with roots like fingers grasping tight,
and echoes of our past regret.

The ground was ripe with tangled dreams,
a siren’s call in every leaf;
yet laughter lingered like the breeze,
as we wove through doubt and disbelief.

A flicker caught—a glimpse of light!
We turned away from danger’s grin;
the thorns that whispered sweetly now—
their velvet lies could not draw us in.

With every breath we carved a truth,
in twilight's arms our courage swayed;
for freedom dances on the knife—
and love is never meant to fade.

So here we stand—a radiant choice—
beyond the trap where dark things tread;
together bound by woven fate,
our hearts alight with what we've said.