Ashes and Echoes
Ashes whisper, secrets scatter,Where broken dreams no longer matter.From
the wreckage, treasures rise,The crooked man claims his prize.
Tick tock, the pendulum swings,The clock of chaos forever sings.Every shard,
a twisted plan,A kingdom built by a crooked hand.His laugh, a snare,
it taints the air,Promises whispered, dark and unfair.In his gaze,
the world unwinds,A fraying thread of fractured minds.
Ashes whisper, shadows creep,The secrets hidden will never sleep.The crooked
man lingers, a haunting play,To steal the pieces the lost throw away.