Whispers of the Abyss

Whispers of the Abyss In twilight's hush where shadows play, Two lovers dance on the edge of day, With hearts entwined in a delicate trust, They find their bliss where the mortal turns to dust. Eros, bold with a heart aflame, Kisses the lips that whisper his name. Yet Death, concealed in a silken shroud, Stands watchful, silent, apart from the crowd. Beneath the stars, with each tender sigh, They weave their dreams, a soft lullaby. Forwhat is love but a fleeting grace, In a world where time leaves no trace? Hearts can collide in fragile despair, But love shears the silence that Death laid bare. A passion too fierce for the grave's cold embrace, They blaze like comets, lost in their race. With every heartbeat, the clock’s cruel toll, Eros binds them, while Death claims the soul. Yet what is forever if not in a glance? Their spirits entwined in a timeless dance. So let the embers of their love light the way, Through the shadows where dark and dawn blend and sway. For even in parting, they shall not cease, In the arms of their longing, they find their release.