Echoes of betrayals long forgotten below
Echoes of betrayals long forgotten below
Each tortured squeak reveals the ghosts of yore
Their sins embedded deep, a dark folklore
The slivers of betrayal lie in each protest
Flesh and fear entwined in their eternal unrest
With every moan, a tale of lust or rage
Long-dormant secrets from a rotten cage
The wood creaks softly, like a lover’s wail
Memories of scandal, grim and frail
The floorboard’s groan, a haunting soft caress
Reveals sins best left in darkness to regress
So tiptoe lightly where the past’s whispers grow
For each creak may unearth what’s best left below
Here lies a crypt where shadows prance
Eerily below, in their ghostly dance
Beneath the floor, where light dares not tread
Wraiths and whispers in endless dread
Their spectral forms in silent glee
Move in rhythm, twisted and free
Each flicker and flutter, a dark delight
Mocking the living from their hidden plight
In creaking timber and dust of years
They cavort with laughter and ancient fears
With every shift, the past unravels slow
Revealing the sins they wish to bestow
So heed this tombstone’s grave, grim jest
In shadows beneath, the damned find rest
Tears fall silently, soaked in grain
Their silent weeping, an endless strain
The wood absorbs every drop of grief
As sorrow sneaks past, seeking relief
Each tear a whisper, a darkened flood
In hidden chambers, soaked in blood
Tears fall silently, soaked in grain
Wooden heartaches beneath floor’s crust
In their hidden sanctuary, tears combust
The scent of anguish, deep and raw
Woven in the timber’s silent law
Where the past’s sorrows softly brood
Quietly they seep, a muted flood
Tears fall silently, soaked in grain
Memories stain with each drop’s dive
As the floorboards’ veins keep dreams alive
In the stillness, the dampened tales
Of ghosts and shadows, their spectral trails
Their sorrow is deep, buried in wood
Unheard, unspoken, yet understood
Tears fall silently, soaked in grain
Beneath the surface, the echoes weep
In depths where light and shadows creep