The unseen affair

Little bells chime, a gentle, sad sound,

As Elara, my sister, goes spinning around.

With William, dear William, so grand and so tall,

She plays a sweet tune, that will make his heart fall.

Mary watches, with eyes made of glass,

As secrets are whispered, and moments all pass.

Tick-tock, goes the clock, in the grand, silent hall,

Mary knows, watching them fall.

I sit by the pane, quite still and so neat,

And see through the curtain, with my little feet.

My sister, so clever, with smiles light as air,

Holds hands with another, a hidden affair.

I dream of a future, so cozy and true,

A home built with kindness, for William and you.

But his gaze, it's caught, on her ribbons so bright,

He sees not the shadows that dance in the night.

Oh, William, dear William, a toy in her hand,

You dance to her music, across the sad land.

Mary watches, quiet and slow,

Mary knows the sad tale, you know.

She promises candies, and dreams made of lace,

While I offer comfort, a warm, safe embrace.

But her strings pull you onward, a charming, sweet lie,

And Mary watches, with a tear in her eye.

He trusts her completely, with heart pure and light,

While her secrets are buried, kept out of his sight.

A nod on the street, or a quick, stolen hand,

With faces I know, from across the whole land.

My warnings are soft, like a breeze through the pane,

"Does she truly deserve you, through sunshine and rain?"

He smiles, unsuspecting, and hums a sweet air,

"Elara's my only, beyond all compare."

Oh, William, dear William, a toy in her hand,

You dance to her music, across the sad land.

Mary watches, quiet and slow,

Mary knows the sad tale, you know.

She promises candies, and dreams made of lace,

While I offer comfort, a warm, safe embrace.

But her strings pull you onward, a charming, sweet lie,

And Mary watches, with a tear in her eye.

My heart feels a heaviness, deep and profound,

For futures that wither, without a true sound.

I see the small cracks, in the paint on her face,

The bitter awakening, that time cannot chase.

But love, when it's blinded, plays such a sad game,

It sees not the serpent, nor whispers its name.

He builds on her falsehoods, so fragile and vain,

While I stand beside him, in silent, soft pain.

Oh, William, dear William, a toy in her hand,

You dance to her music, across the sad land.

Mary watches, quiet and slow,

Mary knows the sad tale, you know.

She promises candies, and dreams made of lace,

While I offer comfort, a warm, safe embrace.

But her strings pull you onward, a charming, sweet lie,

And Mary watches, with a tear in her eye.

The streetlights flicker, a mournful soft gleam,

As her secrets unravel, like thread from a dream.

And I, little Mary, with a love pure and deep,

Watch the seeds of her falsehood inevitably creep.

For a warning unheard, is a burden I bear,

As his bright, happy world fades to silent despair.