Veils of Gloom and Dreams of Fire by Mason Carter

Veils of Gloom and Dreams of Fire In the depths of night, where shadows sigh, Amidst the ruins of forgotten halls, Where lovers once whispered, now echoes lie, A haunted heart in silence calls. The moon, a pale and watchful ghost, Casts silver tears on cobblestone, While capitalist phantoms, like a cruel host, Devour dreams, leaving hearts alone. Once, love bloomed in vibrant hues, A wildflower in a barren field, But now its petals, worn and bruised, Wither beneath the weight of greed concealed. The gilded chains of profit bind, Each kiss a cost, each touch a toll, In this dark market, where hearts are blind, We barter souls to fill the hole. Yet in the gloom, a flicker ignites, A vision, a whisper of what could be, In shared rebellion, our spirit fights, Like kindred flames, wild and free. Oh, the sweet embrace of solidarity, Where hands join not in chains but grace, Each heartbeat a promise of clarity, A prefigurative love we dare to trace. For love, like freedom, cannot be bo…