In shadows deep, where secrets uncoil,
A tale unfolds in the twisted soil.
Where loyalty, often a double-edged sword,
Can bind the heart or cut its cord.
Past whispered vows, dark webs entwine,
A dance of trust, a subtle sign.
Yet beneath the surface, seeds of doubt,
Sprout and spread, within and without.
For loyalty, a fickle friend,
Can lead to paths that twist and bend.
In the name of honor, souls may stray,
Lost in the labyrinth, led astray.
Betrayal lurks in the dim-lit night,
Cloaked in the guise of righteous might.
For what is loyalty, but a tangled thread,
Binding the living not the dead?
In the maze of loyalty's folly game,
Where truth and lies blend just the same,
One must tread with caution, keen and wise,
To see through veils of cunning's guise.
For twisted loyalty, a perilous road,
Where hearts may break and dreams corrode.
But amidst the shadows, light may gleam,
A beacon bright, a guiding beam.
So let us navigate with awareness and care,
Through the maze of loyalty's often nasty snare.
For in the end, true loyalty can be found,
Is the purest treasure, on solid ground.
Mervyn Graham (cc 2024)
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