In the depths where shadows linger,
Hate whispers secrets cold and grim.
Its voice a serpent’s silent slither,
Curling around the heart’s dim rim.

Once a spark, now a raging fire,
Spreading swiftly through the night.
Fueled by fears and dark desires,
Consuming all that’s within sight.

It dances in the eyes of strangers,
A bitter smile, a silent cry.
Building walls and sowing dangers,
Underneath a moonlit sky.

Yet in the silence of the dawn,
A hope to quench this burning rage.
For love to rise, anew reborn,
To turn the script, to turn the page.