A veil of mist, a memory's trace,
A life undone, a hollow space.
She wakes anew, a soul reborn,
With whispers faint, of a love forlorn.
A husband's face, a stepson's plea,
A heart turned cold, a betrayal's decree.
She fled with a man, with eyes like coal,
A wicked soul, stealing her soul.
A silver mask, a chilling gleam,
A prison of darkness, a haunted dream.
Her half-sister's hand, a poisoned kiss,
A life extinguished, a final abyss.
But now she lives, a second chance,
To unravel the truth, a wicked dance.
She sees her stepson, with eyes so bright,
A mirror of her lost love, a beacon of light.
Who is this mother, who holds his hand?
A secret buried, in this foreign land.
The silver mask, a haunting clue,
The truth will surface, vengeance anew.
The love she lost, a bitter sting,
Her stepson's eyes, a silent thing.
The wicked man, the poisoned kiss,
Her past unfolds, a whispered abyss.
With newfound strength, she'll find her way,
To face the darkness, and seize the day.
For vengeance burns, a burning pyre,
To right the wrongs, and set her soul afire.
