Whispers of a Siren: The Masquerade of the Heart

Within this twilight dance, my darling so divine,
Unveil your masquerade, the Devil's cunning sign.
Your gaze, a tempest wild, does pierce the night's façade,
A beauty fierce and mild, the truth we must applaud.

In whispers soft and low, your serenade begins,
The shadows bend and bow, to echo silent sins.
The night is our domain, where star-crossed lovers meet,
Entangled we remain, in love's deceptive sweet.

A guise of innocence, with whispers of deceit,
You proffer dark romance, your trap is laid so neat.
O Siren of the night, in you I've met my match,
Your love's bewitching plight, in chains my soul you latch.

We waltz beneath the moon, I follow your lead blind,
To the Devil's croon, for your love is unkind.
In fierce embrace, we meld, a covenant unwise,
Where hearts are overwhelmed, beneath the ebony skies.

For you are the abyss, a chasm deep and wide,
I plunge into your kiss, where all my fears reside.
'Tis here, our fates conspire, with threads of passion spun,
A love that burns like fire, two silhouettes as one.

Yet, in this grand deceit, where darkness reigns with lies,
I find my solace sweet, within your sapphire eyes.
Though you're the devil's kin, my heart you've claimed as yours,
In love, the greatest sin, as through my soul it roars.

So let us waltz again, upon this stage of dreams,
For you are more than sin, much more than what you seem.
Let passion be our guide, through tempest, pain, and strife,
And in each step, confide, you're the devil in my life.