At the stair's summit, shadows dance,
A girl perched high, in a quiet trance.
Between wooden slats, she glimpses a fray,
A hushed exchange, where words betray.
Whispers crawl, a tempest's rise,
Crimson ember in her hazel eyes.
A silent witness to the strained refrain,
The heaviness of strife, an unseen chain.
......
At the stair's summit, shadows dance,
A girl perched high, in a quiet trance.
Between wooden slats, she glimpses a fray,
A hushed exchange, where words betray.
Whispers crawl, a tempest's rise,
Crimson ember in her hazel eyes.
A silent witness to the strained refrain,
The heaviness of strife, an unseen chain.
......