In the shadows where whispers dwell,Hate carves its path in silence deep,A lingering chill that none can quell,Awakes the night from its gentle sleep.Through tangled thoughts it weaves its thread,A tapestry of unyielding disdain,In hearts where love once softly tread,Now echoes only a bitter refrain.Beneath the surface, a storm confined,In simmering silence it waits to break,A tempest born of a wounded mind,Leaves only sorrow in its wake.Yet even in the darkest tide,Hope whispers softly, a gentle plea,To find the light where shadows hide,And set the silent echoes free.