The Web of Rumours.

In the quiet of the night or the break of day,
Whispers begin in the faintest of ways.
A spark is lit, a story takes flight,
A rumour born in the softest light.

It travels on lips, from one to another,
Friend to foe, sister to brother.
It’s a shadow creeping, quiet but swift,
A small, simple lie turned into a myth.

At first, it seems like a harmless breeze,
Just a little tale, meant to tease.
But like wildfire spread by the wind,
It grows and mutates, feeding on sin.

Each telling adds a little more flair,
A twist, a turn, some drama to spare.
From “I heard” to “it’s true,” it takes its form,
A whisper now becomes the storm.

With every ear, it takes on new life,
A seed of discord, a tool of strife.
The rumour no longer holds any truth,
A monster now, without any proof.

Rumours are webs, spun fine and thin,
Catch one, and you’ll be drawn in.
They bind your thoughts, entangle your mind,
Leaving the real story far behind.

They thrive on the hungry, the curious too,
Those eager for gossip, something new.
A rumour needs only a willing ear,
And soon it blooms, far and near.

It starts in whispers, soft as a sigh,
A question first, "Did you hear why?"
Then louder it grows, more voices join,
Rumours sharpen like a knife from a coin.

A glance, a smirk, a laugh too sly,
A nod, a wink, but the truth passed by.
With words like these, no one can win,
For rumours strip, tear the soul within.

In the marketplace or the streets below,
Rumours flourish, wild, they grow.
They cling to the air, to every wall,
To the rising sun and night’s cool fall.

From homes to halls, in shadows they creep,
While the innocent lie awake, no sleep.
They tear apart, what was once whole,
Leaving scars upon the soul.

A rumour is a hammer striking fast,
Building a falsehood meant to last.
Yet fragile as glass, one truth can break,
The web of lies it tried to make.

But oh, the damage done by then,
When trust is broken among kin and friend.
A rumour, like poison, seeps through the veins,
Leaving only betrayal’s stains.

For those who listen, and those who speak,
Both carry the weight, both grow weak.
To spread a rumour is to cast a stone,
And soon, it may shatter your very own throne.

The truth is buried, deep beneath,
Beneath layers of words that don’t seem to cease.
And when it’s found, it’s far too late,
For the rumour has already sealed its fate.

It is a fire that’s fed with every word,
A dangerous beast, once unheard.
It devours all in its hungry path,
Leaving behind only wrath.

It turns friends into foes, strangers into spies,
No one questions, only believes the lies.
It’s a force unseen but deeply felt,
As bonds of love and trust do melt.

The damage is done, but what remains?
A field of broken hearts and pain.
For rumours build walls, not bridges of peace,
They tear apart lives, never to cease.

But if you seek truth, if you listen with care,
You’ll find that rumours often ensnare.
They hide the real, they mask the light,
And leave you wandering in endless night.

To end a rumour, takes courage and might,
It takes a heart that seeks what’s right.
To ask, to question, to find what’s real,
To let wounds heal, and truth reveal.

For in a world of whispers and lies,
It’s truth that soars, and never dies.
A rumour fades, like shadows at dawn,
But truth, like sunlight, always shines on.

So, let us be careful with the tales we share,
Let’s speak with love, with truth and care.
For a rumour once born, is hard to quell,
It’s a stone in a pond, with ripples to swell.

And though the rumour may seem small and slight,
Its impact can grow, out of sight.
So let us speak kindness, speak with grace,
And keep rumours in their rightful place.

For words have power, to heal or to harm,
They can be a balm or set off an alarm.
In every whisper, let truth be the guide,
And leave no room for rumour’s tide.

A rumour dies when truth is spoken,
When trust is mended, when bonds aren’t broken.
It takes a voice to stop the spread,
To speak of love and peace instead.

So let us be careful, with all that w
e say,
For words shape the world, every day.
A rumour’s a shadow, but truth is the sun,
And in its light, all lies are undone.