Sign of Betrayal

In the garden where shadows creep,
Among thorns that cut and weep,
I planted trust in fertile ground,
But malice grew where love was found.

You wore a mask of tender grace,
With every smile, a sly embrace;
Your laughter danced like silver light,
Yet hid the dagger poised to bite.

Each whispered promise turned to dust,
In echoes of betrayed trust.
The roots entwined in darkness' grasp,
What once was sweet now chokes and gasps.

A wraith-like fog wraps 'round my heart,
The taste of venom tears apart;
You painted skies with hues so bright—
Now tempest storms consume the night.

I scorn the memories we shared,
For every moment left me bared;
A ghostly figure haunts my mind—
The friend I loved now cruel and blind.

So here I stand amidst the gloom,
Beneath this weighty cloak of doom;
With fury fierce as winter's frost,
I mourn for what I thought was lost.

And in this darkened garden's core,
Where wrath has settled evermore—
I'll weave my pain into a crown,
A twisted throne of thorns renown