Haunted Twin of the Shadows
In a quiet home where grief resides, A young bride weeps as sorrow abides; Her love, lost in fate’s cruel, twisting art, Leaves a gaping wound within her heart. Nightly, the walls echo mournful cries, As silent shadows drift and arise; They murmur secrets of love once bright, Now swallowed whole by the endless night. A forbidden room, once barred from view, Holds dusty relics of days she knew; Old photographs captured in ghostly light, Whisper of moments now lost to the night. Each image, a memory frozen in time, Speaks of tender love and pain sublime; They show her husband, smiling as before, Even though death sealed his final door. Then one cold eve, beneath a silver moon, A figure appears as if out of a tune; He mirrors the face of her long-lost love, Yet his eyes gleam with secrets from above. He claims to be a twin, identical and pale, A spectral guide on a mournful trail; Her heart, though shattered, fi...