Two friends in the park, as daylight waned,

Laughter and echoes, their joy unchained.

But as shadows thickened, roots held fast,

The park whispered secrets from ages past.

They tried to run, feet heavy with dread,

Branches reached out, as if the trees bled.

“Stay,” hissed the wind, with a voice not its own,

“Until truth is spoken, until lies are shown.”

Eyes met, a tremble, a hidden tear,

One’s guarded guilt, the other’s fear.

A breath, confession—dark and deep,

Only then did the forest sleep.