Description
In shadows deep, where anger lies, The fallen's heart with hatred vies, A tale untold, a bitter creed, From noble roots to vilest seed.
Once they stood among the light, With hopes and dreams burning bright, But darkness called, they took the fall, And in their hearts, the hate did sprawl.
A venomous fire, fierce and wild, In their souls, the darkness compiled, For love they lost, for trust betrayed, In hatred's grip, their spirits swayed.
They nurse their wounds, both old and new, Their bitterness like morning dew, It seeps into their very core, A festering wound forevermore.
In every whisper, every sneer, The fallen's hatred's ever near, A poisoned well that never dries, A storm that rages in their eyes.
But let us not forget their pain, The losses that drove them insane, For deep within, a wounded heart, Yearns for a way to restart.
Perhaps, one day, they'll find the grace, To heal their wounds, to find their place, And in forgiveness, they may see, The path back to humanity.