She hides her bruises, conceals her pain
From a man who once was loving, now insane
He drinks and hits and tears her apart
Leaves her broken and with a shattered heart

But then she finds solace in a friend
Who treats her kindly, makes her heart mend
He listens and cares, never raises his hand
And she begins to feel safe again

She tries to resist, to stay loyal and true
But her husband's abuse is all she knew
And so she falls for his friend's gentle touch
A forbidden love, but one that meant so much

They meet in secret, their passion ignites
A flame that burns bright, but never quite right
For she knows deep down what she's done is wrong
But she can't help but feel that she finally belongs

She leaves her husband, with a heavy heart
And begins a new life, a brand new start
With the man who treated her with such care
And finally finds the love that's always been there

But even as she looks back with regret
She knows she couldn't have lived with that man's threat
And she'll never forget the friend who saved her life
The one who showed her what love was like.

In chambers dim, where quills once danced,
A poet, lost in shadows' trance,
He weaved his soul in verses bold,
As ink on paper, his story told.

Inkwells drained of darkest thoughts,
His poetry the battles he'd fought,
But with each word, he lost his way,
In the labyrinth of his own dismay.

A once vivid soul, now numb and cold,
He'd bartered dreams for a heart of gold,
And in the silence of his verse,
He searched for something to disperse.

A muse to mend his shattered art,
A love to heal his poet's heart,
He floated through life's endless stream,
Lost in a haunting, broken dream.

The quill, now heavy, untouched by hand,
His verses drifted like shifting sand,
He longed for one to break his fall,
To understand his silent call.

In whispers of night, and shades of gray,
He yearned to find his saving grace,
To mend the heart that's gone astray,
In someone's eyes, he'd find his place.

For once, he'd soared on wings of rhyme,
Now, he sought love in endless time,
In Gothic verse, he longed to see,
A love to set his spirit free.

So he roamed the earth, a restless bard,
In search of solace, love's reward,
Hoping to find a kindred soul,
To fill the void that made him whole.

In chambers dim, where anguish brims,
A tortured heart, by cruelty bound,
She suffered in the shadows' hymns,
Her spirit bruised, love's promise drowned.

A maiden frail, in woe's dark tale,
Her eyes held the ghosts of sorrow,
A heart, once brave, now worn and frail,
By love that waned and darkened tomorrow.

Beneath her silken, ghostly shroud,
The scars of love's relentless blight,
She lingered there, a phantom, bowed,
In the endless depths of night.

But through the mist of her despair,
A figure came with raven's wing,
His whispered oaths, a solemn prayer,
In haunting verses, he did sing.

With fingers cold, but touch so warm,
He traced her tears, once buried deep,
He brought her from the heart's cruel storm,
And taught her how to wake from sleep.

No more would torment reign supreme,
For she had found a love so eerie,
In his embrace, she'd find the dream,
Of life beyond the graveyard dreary.

In chambers black, where spirits caw,
A love story born in midnight's grace,
Two souls entwined, a devil's maw,
Together, they'd find a haunting place.

For love, once lost in a tragic lore,
Had risen from the grave of sorrow,
Hand in hand, they'd both explore,
A love that would transcend tomorrow.