Scène sombre et oppressante de lumière déclinante et de répression
Prompt
Shining too bright, they make you fade,
And force you back into the shade.
You labor more but gather less,
A futile cycle of distress.
It is a cruel and bitter prize,
A truth hidden in heavy lies.
They bind your hands to watch you fall,
As cold suppression cages all.
the mood is dark, gritty, and foreboding.
