Beneath twilight’s 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, heart’s 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 doubt consumes, my will beguile.

Oh, cruel suspicion, you painted veil,

You twist my heart, you cloud blue skies.

A fleeting thought, a dark betrayal,

That turns my trust to wary eyes.

And yet, beneath your binding spell,

A question burns with sharpened sting:

Is all you whisper truth to tell,

Or just cold wind’s imagining?