Veils of Gloom and Dreams of Fire
In the depths of night, where shadows sigh,
Amidst the ruins of forgotten halls,
Where lovers once whispered, now echoes lie,
A haunted heart in silence calls.
The moon, a pale and watchful ghost,
Casts silver tears on cobblestone,
While capitalist phantoms, like a cruel host,
Devour dreams, leaving hearts alone.
Once, love bloomed in vibrant hues,
A wildflower in a barren field,
But now its petals, worn and bruised,
Wither beneath the weight of greed concealed.
The gilded chains of profit bind,
Each kiss a cost, each touch a toll,
In this dark market, where hearts are blind,
We barter souls to fill the hole.
Yet in the gloom, a flicker ignites,
A vision, a whisper of what could be,
In shared rebellion, our spirit fights,
Like kindred flames, wild and free.
Oh, the sweet embrace of solidarity,
Where hands join not in chains but grace,
Each heartbeat a promise of clarity,
A prefigurative love we dare to trace.
For love, like freedom, cannot be bought,
It flourishes in gardens of the just,
In the soil of struggle, our battles fought,
With every seed, we cultivate trust.
Through the darkness, let us declare,
Our love is a riot, a sacred spark,
In every heart that dares to care,
We weave a tapestry bright from dark.
So let us dance in the ruins of despair,
Where shadows loom and specters groan,
For in this dance, we find repair,
And build a home from love’s soft stone.
In the depths of night, where shadows sigh,
We’ll kindle fires that never die,
For love is the light that shatters the gloom,
A revolution born from the heart’s own bloom.