The Wild Betrayal

 

In the heart of the wild, where the dusk kissed the land,

I met a girl with a delicate hand.

She danced like the wind, her laughter like flame—

And I, the outsider, whispered her name.

Her voice was a rhythm, a melody deep,

It lulled the savannah and cradled my sleep.

With eyes like the moonlight, she promised me skies,

But hid the sharp truth behind beautiful lies.

I followed her footsteps through thickets and dreams,

Believing in love spun from sunbeams and streams.

She spoke of a future, of stars and of grace,

But her words were a mask, her love—just a face.

She wore love like armor, like perfume at dusk,

Each touch rehearsed, each gesture a husk.

She sang like a siren in wilderness guise,

But each note she gave was a cage in disguise.

I gave her my trust, my awe, and my fire—

But she danced through my heart like it was a pyre.

She acted affection, she mimicked belief,

While I bled for a bond she carved from deceit.

Was I guest in her world or prey to her art?

A spirit beguiled, then torn apart.

She told tales of roots, of strength passed down,

But wore royalty’s crown with a traitor’s frown.

Still, in that wildness, I found something true—

Not in her lies, but in what I outgrew.

For love that's performed will wither and rot,

But love that is real cannot be forgot.

So I left the wild with silence and scars,

A memory scorched beneath indifferent stars.

The  Mirage  girl vanished, her myth left behind—

A mirage of the heart, cruel and unkind.

Yet even betrayal can teach you to stand—

To rise from illusion, to reclaim your hand.

I walked in with wonder, I walk out with might,

A soul no longer fooled by beautiful light.