People think he’s sad and crying,  

shedding tears of regret,  

for the love they lost,  

a tapestry unraveled by careless hands.  

  

No, he’s not crying, nor is he depressed,  

but caught in the thorns of truth,  

a revelation that shattered his trust,  

like glass underfoot, sharp and unforgiving.  

  

He believed in spirits,  

the tamers draped in wisdom’s cloak,  

men and women revered,  

yet now their words feel like shadows,  

misguiding whispers that led him astray.  

  

She wasn’t the one he wanted,  

just a loyal friend,  

a beacon in a fog of confusion,  

but he mistook her light for something more,  

hazed by tales spun from envy’s loom.  

  

He punished her,  

the weight of falsehood heavy in his hands,  

convinced she sought sympathy,  

that betrayal danced in her eyes,  

while her allies, blinded by ambition,  

turned a blind eye to loyalty.  

  

Now, those friends wear regret like a shroud,  

the spirit tamers, once sure of their craft,  

hide their faces,  

the truth a dagger in their hearts,  

for a decade spent weaving lies,  

now unraveling like old threads.  

  

He, too, feels the sting of betrayal,  

but not for lost love,  

rather for the injustice  

that marked their paths,  

a cruel twist of fate,  

triggering her in ways unknown,  

hoping she’ll join him on this storm-tossed boat,  

where finance and freedom intertwine.  

  

Time will unfurl the secrets,  

each heart laid bare,  

she, the one who stood firm,  

truthful and straightforward,  

unwilling to take others for a ride,  

while he grapples with shadows,  

wondering whom to trust—  

the spirits, their tamers,  

or the voice within,  

a quiet whisper amidst the chaos.