In the depths of night where shadows creep,
Lies a venomous seed of hate, not asleep.
It whispers lies, it stokes the fire,
Turning hearts cold, fueling desire.

Through the corridors of time it flows,
A darkened river where bitterness grows.
It stains the soul, it blinds the eyes,
With every breath, a truth it denies.

In every word, in every glance,
It finds its strength, it takes a stance.
A silent killer, a thief in disguise,
Consuming love, crafting goodbyes.

But in the light, it can be seen,
The chains it forges, the bonds unclean.
With courage and love, it can be fought,
For hate is a lesson best left untaught.