Beneath twilightâs glowing hue,
A whisper lingers on cooling air,
A secrets veiled, perhaps untrue,
Or truths corrupted beyond repair.
That steady creep of quiet feet,
A shadow slips where none should go,
Each fleeting sound, heartâs steady beat,
Each silence shreiks of what I know.
A gaze that shifts, and words that stall,
Intent that lurks behind a smile,
They conspire? Not one, but all?
As do...