The Widow s Whisper

In the alley where shadows dwell,
Past the bakery, down a silent well,
A staircase leads to whispers old,
A tale of beauty, fierce and bold.

Behind the doors emerald, decayed
Lives a woman. Time has left unscathed.
Her voice - a chime that lures the night.
Invites you in from darkest plight.

Her room - a gallery of grim
With clippings, bottles, tales of sin.
A watch once worn by love now lost.
A token left to count the cost.

Once an actress now a seer,
Her life - a tapestry of fear.
Married by force. A story-dream.
Her past - an echo - sharp and dim.

Tea shared in the quiet light
Stories of pain, of love, of fight.
Her eyes like those of hungry beast
Revealing truths, a solemn feast.

In her tale a choice is made:
A husband's end, his fate to wade.
In rivers deep where grief conceived
A widow's plan a crown bereaved.

The wind outside embracing hiss
As if the earth itself does kiss.
The secrets of this hidden den
Where women gather fates to mend.

In cages kept the serpents lie -
A metaphor for those who die.
Their venom saves malicious hearts
In this world where darkness starts.