In the shadows where whispers linger,
Lies a heart burdened by disdain.
Chilled by the frost of forgotten dreams,
A fire burns, untamed, unchained.

Through the echoes of silent screams,
Wander the ghosts of pain and fear.
They weave a tapestry of broken seams,
In a world where love cannot appear.

Each glance a dagger, sharp and keen,
Piercing through the veil of night.
Where kindness fades, and darkness reigns,
Hatred blooms without respite.

Yet beneath the storm, a seed of hope,
Lies dormant, waiting for the sun.
For even in the depths of hate,
A chance for peace can be begun.