The Great Deception.

In twilight’s veil where shadows weave their art, A solitary figure dwells in grace, Her wisdom cloaked, a gentle, mystic heart, A sacred power shields her secret place.

A watcher peers through ancient glass unseen, Their history is whispered by the night, A bond once forged, now tempered by a sheen, Of sorrow’s fog, obscured from simple sight.

He dreams of change, a heart beyond his reach, An enigma of love and darkened power, His plans unfurl like whispers on the breach, But truth’s intent remains a hidden flower.

A prophecy within the stars is spun, Two fates entwined, their story just begun.