A whisper spins the golden thread,
A dream of hope, a voice long dead.
The world dissolves, a painted mask,
A twisted game, a shadow’s task.
The walls they melt, the floor gives way,
The stars collapse, the skies betray.
Through mirrors tall, I see my face,
But fractured now, a time erased.
"What’s real?" I ask, but no reply,
Just laughter soft beneath the sky.
The Stranger’s hand weaves truth and lie,
In dreams that bloom, then fade and die.
The art of the illusion,
A dance of light and dark confusion.
A kingdom lost, a path unclear,
A fragile hope, a shroud of fear.
The art of the illusion,
A master’s craft, a cruel intrusion.
What’s real, what’s not, I cannot see,
A maze of lies entangling me.
He shows me home, a life undone,
A world reborn beneath the sun.
My mother’s arms, her warm embrace,
But shadows creep behind her face.
The air is sweet, the sky is clear,
The curse is gone, no pain, no fear.
But something stirs, a thread untrue,
A crack within this perfect view.
"This isn’t real," I try to cry,
But love and longing cloud my eye.
His voice it echoes, soft and sweet,
"Why fight the peace beneath your feet?"
The art of the illusion,
A dance of light and dark confusion.
A kingdom lost, a path unclear,
A fragile hope, a shroud of fear.
The art of the illusion,
A master’s craft, a cruel intrusion.
What’s real, what’s not, I cannot see,
A maze of lies entangling me.
I see the past, the joys we shared,
Before the curse, when hearts were spared.
But every joy is edged with pain,
A fleeting glimpse, a cruel refrain.
The walls they twist, the faces fall,
I hear the Stranger’s mocking call:
"Your will is strong, but can it last,
Against the pull of all your past?"
I reach for truth, I fight for air,
But find myself in deeper snare.
A hall of glass, reflections wide,
Each image speaks, but all have lied.
I see myself, a twisted thing,
A broken crown, a hollow king.
The Stranger smiles, his hand extends,
"Take what you wish, the torment ends."
But in his eyes, the truth is clear,
A predator that feeds on fear.
I clench my fists, my voice a cry,
"I’ll break your lies, I won’t comply!"
The art of the illusion,
A dance of light and dark confusion.
A kingdom lost, a path unclear,
A fragile hope, a shroud of fear.
The art of the illusion,
A master’s craft, a cruel intrusion.
But I will fight, I will not fall,
I’ll tear apart this shadow’s wall.
Your art is strong, your craft is great,
But I am fire, I’ll meet my fate.
The threads you weave will come undone,
I’ll chase the night, I’ll face the sun.
The Stranger fades, his laughter still,
A hollow sound that breaks my will.
But deep within, a spark remains,
A flame to fight through shadow’s chains.
The art of the illusion fades,
As light cuts through the dark charades.
I’ll find the truth, I’ll find the way,
Through night’s deceit to claim the day.