A Symphony Of Betrayal

In shadows deep, where darkness dost reside,

A tale unfolds, where trust meets cruelty aside,

Betrayal's blade, a sharp-edged weapon keen,

Cuts deep into the heart, its life unseen.

Sadness weaves its sombre thread around,

As once-treasured bonds lie shattered on the ground,

A friendship lost, a love betrayed, and torn,

Emotions raw, in disarray, forlorn.

Anger, a fiery tide, doth simmer strong,

In wounded hearts, where secrets lie alone,

A storm of fury, unleashed, untamed,

The soul's inferno, forever scarred and maimed.

Rage erupts, a tempest's mighty wrath,

In eyes once warm, now turned to the icy path,

Betrayer's mask, now torn apart, doth show,

A face so dark and filled with heartless woe.

The echoes of deceit resound so clearly,

As shattered trust falls to the ground so near,

Illusions shattered, truth unveiled in pain,

In tears of grief, the heart finds no refrain.

Promises, like ashes, drift and flee,

As loyalty's bright light fades into the grey sea,

The pain of trust's cruel fracture, deeply etched,

Leaves scars that time, nor art, can e'er be fetched.

In solitude, the wounded heart doth yearn,

Seeks solace from betrayal's art and spurn,

But healing seems a distant, foreign shore,

In seas of sorrow's bitter waves that roar.

Yet in the depths of the darkest night's embrace,

A flicker of hope may find its gentle trace,

For even in betrayal's wake so dire,

Strength may rise from ashes' cleansing fire.

With time's embrace, the heart may slowly mend,

Though sadness lingers, anger's blend doth send,

And in the end, forgiveness may take flight,

Release the bonds of anguished, woeful plight.

So let this poem be a solemn cry,

For those who've tasted betrayal's bitter lie,

May empathy and love's embrace be shown,

To heal and mend the wounded hearts we've known.