Crimson Ribbons of Fate

Tied with ribbons, blood-red and dark,

Christmas gifts that leave a mark.

In festive halls, where whispers roam,

Echoes of forgotten vows intone.

Crimson ribbons, blood-red and dark,

Bind the secrets, leave a mark.

Christmas gifts, a pact unseen,

In shadows deep, where pain convenes.

In festive halls, where whispers roam,

Echoes of forgotten vows intone.

Merry façades, in the candle’s flicker,

Concealing tales of a love grown sicker.

Beneath the tinsel, a darkness weaves,

Binding hearts, like tangled eaves.

The ribbon’s hue, a solemn shade,

A love, once vibrant, now does fade.

A promise etched in scarlet thread,

Woven in secrets left unsaid.

The firelight dances on the lies,

As the crimson ribbons slowly untie.

Each knot a memory, each fold a regret,

A tapestry of love, tangled and beset.

In the festive guise, where joy pretends,

Crimson ribbons tie and rend.

Yet, amidst the shadows and veiled despair,

Hope lingers in the frosty air.

For in the echoes of forgotten vows,

A chance for redemption silently bows.

Crimson ribbons, a tale profound,

Of love’s complexities, tightly wound.

In the hush of Christmas, where shadows play,

The ribbons of fate slowly fray.