Apoplectic Whispers

Title: Apoplectic Whispers

My friends are apoplectic, I hear their desperate cries,
As scandal claws at honor, truth shrouded in disguise.
Disgraced socialite frets, in shadows she resides,
While pained silence reigns, as loyalty abides.

Prince Andrew’s accused, a storm engulfs his name,
Whispers of misconduct dance within the flame.
Ghislaine Maxwell weeps, her alliances now frayed,
With each unfolding truth, doubts begin to invade.

In lavish realms they dwelled, basking in their fame,
But now their castles crumble, consumed by murky shame.
Betrayal’s bitter sting, once veiled beneath the light,
As trust and innocence fade, darkness takes its bite.

Tangled in a web of secrets, their world begins to sway,
But behind closed doors, their masks forever stay.
Apoplectic hearts cry out, tangled in remorse and dread,
As the weight of their sins hangs heavy on each thread.

Yet, amid this turmoil, justice seeks its due,
Unraveling the tangled lies with a steadfast view.
Apoplectic whispers echo, as truth seeks to find,
The redemption and solace that many souls hope to bind.

Keywords: apoplectic, disgraced, socialite, Prince Andrew, accused, whispers.